Mother! Dear, Mother!
Why?
You cannot be my Mother. I won't accept it.
How could I? To possibly think, I, could be from inside of you?
You make it impossible to believe.
Anything. In Hope. In You.
The sickening pain and words, flung into my face over and over.
You've gain the talent to pin blame on me, even blindfolded.
I never asked you to be pregnant.
If I had known my life would be this
You think I'd want to be here?
I know you mean well. I see you pray.
I hear your cries. I see the way you gaze at Father.
Hopeful. Wishful.
Never giving up. And I admire that.
But, Mother. Dear, Mother.
Our "Home" is merely a hellhole.
We can climb out ourselves before it's too late.
Or keep digging until we rot.
They have climbed out.
Yet, always returning to peek inside.
And see who's there.
Digging. Groveling. Waiting.
I am waiting, but you keep digging.
Why?
You must stop. You must climb.
And when you've reached the top, only then..
Will you see me look above to see you and say:
"Mother."
And you will have become my Mother at last.

Father! O Father!
I could never leave you.
No man shall ever gain as much respect and love to you from I.
You are the last rope that I hang onto. Over Death.
You refuse to wither. To sway. To break.
For me to let go, would leave, I, dying with your disappointment.
And that, i could not bear for even a moment.
Father, you do not see me as I am.
You see me as what I can become.
You do not always like my interests
Yet, You support me.
You've peel off my Layers to peek at my True self.
One by one, until you see my Core.
And clapse it tightly in your hand. Securely.
To Hug. To Kiss. To Protect.
In Your Shining Palm.
Father! My Dear Father!
I will stay in your warming Light. Alive or Dead.
As I know.. You would like for me to.
To close my eyes. And Dream a Dream.
Of Hope, Love, Happiness, and Triumph.
Then, Awaken. And Leave your Soft Palms.
Into the Cold, To Fight. And Conquer.
While You stay close to guide me.
To stop me from squeezing myself into society.
And create my own Path,
Where I could change my Dreams into Reality.
And never worry if trouble has followed my path to find me.
But, Father..For now..
Let me rest in your Hands..just a little while longer.