As we grow older we tell them less and less
When we're little
our parents choose our names
and our future.
They want us
to have the perfect job
to marry the perfect person
and to have children
They want the best for us
but have they ever stopped to wonder
how they made us feel
when we told them something
and they screamed or hit us?
How many times they have said and done
things that hurts us
And as we grow older
we tell them less and less
We don't tell them
our secrets
especially
that we like someone
that is the same sex as us
We don't want to tell them
because they'll get angry at us
they will scream at us
they will hit us
and kick us out
As we grow older
we tell them less and less
because we love them and fear them