I wrote this several months ago. I was a bit upset with my mother.

 

You want me to be perfect

You want me to have the life you didn’t get

Yet at the same time, you hold me back

Don’t let me find out my life for myself 

 

How fair is it that your childhood was hell

But I can’t know what hell is?

You may say I don’t want to know

But how can you make that decision for me?

You’re denying that I’m growing up

Sorry to tell you, but I’ll be gone in two years

You won’t be able to tell me how to live

Oh, how will I ever survive without you?! 

 

Denial is your biggest weakness

Do you deny what you have made me?

Have I become clay enough for you?

Do you want me to bend further?

 

I can if you really want me to

After all, I can’t do anything well enough

I’ll bend further until I break

And then maybe you’ll be satisfied 

 

Why can I think I’m done being yours

But I never seem to follow through?

Why can’t I simply tell what I think,

What I think of you? 

 

I can’t believe how much I’ve taken

Without falling off the edge

Is that really what you want?

To see how far you can push me?

  

Is sixteen still too young to love

Too young to be my own

Too much a burden to let me go

Too stubborn to admit I’m grown? 

 

Eighteen’s just a number

I think I’ve proven I’m not a child

Do I have to wait to move out

To be out of your dictatorship 

 

Your dictatorship is almost over

Your time in the game is limited

You’ll be in unavoidable checkmate

Before you even saw it coming 

 

I want to be done with being your pawn

So move me a little farther across the board

Too many more moves and you’ll find that

I’ll be out of play, captured by the enemy.