Chained
So I've never been one for these poems and things
Writitng has never been a strong suit of mine
But I'm sick of holding back
Being the big kid, the smart kid, the one my parents never worried about
The one who always made the smart desicions
The good kid
I'm not a kid anymore, but nothing has changed
Here I sit, in college, "on my own"
But I can't be on my own
Not when every desicion that I make brings my mom and dad into my head
Telling me even now what to do
I can't live my own life, even now that I'm "on my own"
Because they are back there, shaming me
For making desicions that have nothing to do with them
They aren't my desisions, they're theirs
A mental umbilical cord made of chains that even as an adult I cannot break