Growing Up

why must you
always manage to
give me this
goddamned feeling that I'm
always doing something
wrong?

why can't i go out
an have you not sounding
shocked?

or having fun an asking
if i'm feeling
alright?

please,
mom,
dad,

let go,
you're going to
have to anyways

learn that i won't
always be there
and neither will
you

please, let me
go out and
live