You love your parents, and so do I.
They take care of you, and you don't question why. But sometimes, it's more than meets the eye.
They could be up on their high horse, or even act like someone Norse.
Just like Thor they bring upon thunder; it rips you apart; keeps you asunder.
Other times they'll insult you. And in the end you just wanted them to consult you. You wanted them be proud, yet all they are is making you fall further into a shroud of sadness and regret.
Their kids are precious; they're unrealized. But without a truth-teller, their thoughts will never be journalized.
Never once again do I want them to utter those words; as they make me compare them to a flock of deranged birds. Pecking viciously as they may, not leaving a single piece to stay.
They tore apart their heart to be falling.
The only thing that saved them was my calling. But am I only just stalling?
We get through the rough and embrace it looking tough.
But on the inside, we're feeling like dying, and we're always crying when you're not paying attention.
Kids are great but you can't leave them to develop hate.
Treat your kids well, and life won't feel like hell. For them at least.
I love you guys, no matter what sort of demise awaits.
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Psychology Anthology:Optus Jargon
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