I make mistakes,

it's normal, right?

So long as you don't judge me,

we'll get along.

But lately,

you haven't been supportive.

You've laughed at my dreams.

You try and get me to move back,

thinking I'm better off living with you.

Maybe I am,

but I'll never learn if I don't make mistakes.

I'll never be Me,

if I keep up at your pace.

I can't be Me,

with you breathing down my neck.

You want me to act like an adult,

but you don't give me the power to make my own choices.

I'm just a kid, that way.

Not Me.