they say that a child adapts and learns from his environment...his peers and his family...
fruits bloom from the seeds...bad seed, bad fruit
pop, the man
we'll he is my hero...
but for some reason i feel like i don't really know who he is...
a lot has changed between us
we often argue about a lot of things
he exerts his authority in every aspect of my damn life
he expects me to conform by his rules no matter what
the dictator drains the life out of me
it's like i need to go against my nature in order to please him
therefore there is no pleasing him...
i do not conform, i challenge
mo', the woman
well she is my sole ally when life turns gray...when all's lost due to the dictator
but for some reason i can't understand her...
she's driving me insane
she creates all these reasons to make herself angry or whatever
it's totally frustrating
it's as if i'm talking to someone who doesn't even understand herself
it's like she doesn't even know herself
i do not understand just yet, i assess
shobs, the brat
well she understands me the most...
but i just can't get the respect i need from her
she is the favorite
therefore she's to be sided at all times
the law revolves around her actions
everything should be passed to me
she doesn't even listen to what i say
i won't respect you until you show me some reason to give you respect
dysfunctional family...tssss
i am a bad fruit
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