I know this all too well

I have two parents

Which means twice the yelling

I get it

I’m not a perfect child

But who is?

I’m sure, they weren’t perfect children either

We were all trying

 

No matter how hard I try

Always

They always catch when I have just made a mistake

I know I’ve done many good things

They miss it!

Bullshit!

 

And what for?

You want us to be better than you?

I can cover that

Jumping all over my mistakes is not the way to go, though

 

I wish I could be much more open with you

I want to talk to you

But you twist my words

And you turn our conversation into something entirely

I don’t know how to fix it

If I try,

You would think

That I’m having an attitude

Or I’m disrespecting you

 

My only answer

Is to be complicit

Never say no,

React

 

I have failed as a child

And what of me as an adult?