Grow Up.

I find it so ironic That in this relationship Your the parent and I’m the child. I’ve matured more by the age of seventeen Then you have in all of your years. You think that you know so much more then me And lecture me on what I should do. It’s so hard to love you Because you act so selfish. You don’t even realize Your actions are effecting others. If I was the only one suffering Then I’d deal with it fine But you’re hurting the people that I love. You’re hurting yourself And wont do anything to fight it. It’s so hard you claim But if you stepped out of your universe Just for a second Then you’d see how naive you are. And I know you think I’m a disgruntled teenager But if I’m aware enough to realize Don’t you think you should be? Just take a second. Before it’s too late. You can’t save me from this life. But I hope that you can save Yourself from some agony. Trying to escape reality Never works. You lie to yourself so much That you believe it’s fact. Don’t you know how much I pity you. The parent should advise the child. But I’ve always been the parent. I’ve had to deal with your fantasies When I really wanted them to be true. You have no idea how much it hurt me to know That we would never have a real family. I always wished that some wonderful thing would happen And I have known that it never would. But your foolishness Prolonged my desires. I love you more then I can say But I just want you to wake up. I want you to be a real Mom Because you know my sister needs it. She loves you even though At times she doesn’t want to admit it. But you have to be the bigger person. Try to talk to her until you can’t anymore. And then try again. Because I want you to be my family In the end. Before you die, and see you in Heaven, hopefully. Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 02:34 PM PST   10 • 0 • 1