Second chance
Parents are parents. Why don’t you just let go and let me do what I want to? You always tell me it’s for my own good, my future and shits like that. But have you ever thought if this is really what I wanted? I’m not happy, at all. I’m not a ball you guys girve birth to and boss me all around. I have my own life. Don’t tell me I was in you for 10 freakin months (familiar ey? mums always say that) I do know ok? Hell, I do study science and I got a B for my CME. I know what is right and wrong, but sometimes I just choose to do the wrong things. I have a mind of my own, you can’t expect me to think your way. In fact, you can never expect me to.
Can’t stand the way you guys tie me. One day I’ll break free. And when that day comes, no amount of your tears would bring me home.
Blamed because Pops and Mom quarreled (over me), blamed when Moms gets angry and leaves home, blamed for every little thing that happens at home. Blame Moms la, for being weak and all. So who’s to blamed if I leave home one day, no one but myself. (it’s true)
If breaking the family is all you think abt, then go ahead. I don’t feel a sense of belonging here anymore. I’m starting to hate coming home, hate talking to you, hate myself.
Letting go is giving a second chance.
