Parents

We can’t control the weather
We can’t control our hearts
But you decided to hurt us
And you controlled that part

A lot of things can be bad.
A lot of things can be sad
But you have the power to stop it.
But you won’t cause you are too mad

Well I’m mad too
And mostly on you
You are the adult.
With plenty of faults

You act like a child
While you children run wild
Where are you?
Where were you?

Its like you’re blind
You act so kind
With a sick mind
Who thinks everythings fine

I’m done
You won
I won’t be your son

We can’t control the weather
We can’t control our hearts
But I decided to let go
You let me down

…..

People always tell me to be good to my parents, to respect them, be thankfull. To forgive them, to accept our differences.

But I can’t, there is nothing to respect, and what should I thank them for? Neclecting me? Making me doubt myself? Hurting me? Making me insecure? Making me ashamed of being gay?

I’m done

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