Painted Words

Parenthood

I love you guys and I always will, as my parents I do not hate you, as people I do.
I do not understand the way you raised me.
You claimed to always be there for me but the moments that I needed you the most you never failed to let me down.
I was not raised by adults but rather by snotty, stubborn, short tempered, children that pout the moment anything doesn't go their way.
One always accusing and claiming the whole world to be against him, the other always manipulating others so they feel guilty towards her.
I may write this out of anger but it doesn't mean it is all fabricated, I speak the truth, and I swear when I look at y'all I see strangers, people I know nothing about, I see two big babies whining about useless stuff.
Nobody has shot my confidence down more then you two and nobody's been there to pick me up less than y'all have.
I was spoiled, given what I want, but y'all were just trying to replace the love and connection parents are supposed to have with their kids with material objects and that just poisoned my mentality further.
To hold a conversation with one of you guys for longer than a minute without it erupting into a yelling competition is a fantasy to me, something that seems it'll never be, maybe we just weren't meant to see eye to eye.
Y'all say y'all have problems but are they more important than your child, and if they are tell me about them instead of keeping them a secret from me and then accusing me of not being there for you.
I just want you to be proud of me, I just want you to be there for me, I just want you to be happy for me... I just want you to treat me like a son.