I don't understand parents
How can you say you love your children unconditionally
When all you try to do is change them?
Is that love?
Is criticizing my clothing choices love?
Is forbidding me from talking to friends that you don't like love?
It's only unconditional if I follow your terms isn't it
So that's love
Maybe that's why we try to change our husbands and wives
Because our whole life we're changed by people who supposedly love us
So we think that's just what love is-- don't accept it, change it
Isn't that brilliant?
So my eighty isn't good enough
That I studied my ass off for
Because you "could have done better"
Sorry that I'm not you
Tell me dad
How I wasn't asked to go to that basketball game
Because I'm a girl-- how could I like sports?
I forgot that that's how life worked
Tell me mom
Why I can't cut my hair short because it's not girly enough
And why when I asked for combat boots you sneered at me
Tell me why I have to look like a rainbow
Because dark clothing makes me "goth"
Tell me dear family,
Why you can criticize everything that is wrong with me
And I simply have to grin and bare it
"You have a perfect life, you can't complain"
Gee, I really do love being picked apart every day
And tell me more
About how every time you ask me what guy I like
And I reply with none you ask if you should be worried
Yes, the gay is catching, run while you can
But at least you love me unconditionally--
As long as I'm girly enough, smart enough, and straight enough for you
Tell me, am I the perfect daughter you wished for?
I'll never understand parents.
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Poetic Whispers
PoetryMy most often updated work on wattpad, which contains many different poems from love to several darker themes
