What am I to you?
Am I your child?
Am I your tool?
Am I your subject?
Am I your fool?
Don't pretend you don't know.
Don't pretend you arent aware.
Don't pretend that problems arent here.
Don't pretend you care.
You use me.
Like an old tissue.
You fool me.
Like it's not an issue.
Respect is not a chore.
It's given without a second thought.
Respect is not blackmail.
It's everything you say it's not.
You expect me to treat you like a king.
Like royalty with a crown.
Follow your every wish.
Or it'll be me for whom you look down.
You treat me like a slave.
Waving respect in my face,
On a stick like a carrot and a bunny.
Saying I need to know my place.
I won't have it.
I don't like it.
If you don't like that.
I guess that's just your habit.
I do not need you.
I do not want you.
How long until you see?
You are not my crew.
I don't need you to validate me.
I don't need you to love me.
I don't need you to care about me.
Just see me as the person I see.
I am human.
Not a tool.
Only so long before I leave.
Now who's the fool?
You put this between us.
You lacked the respect.
The wall between parents and child.
And the issue you will inspect.
You'll ask.
Ask why I do this.
Why I never come around anymore.
You're the ones that took the signs you cannot miss.
You threw them behind you.
Into the trash can.
I tried to tell you.
It's not my fault you just ran.
I am me.
I am no fool.
I am your son.
And I am NOT your tool.
