Why can't my parents understand me. Please mom don't you see. When I was little you told me that I could be anything. Well I being me so stop holding me back. Cut off the leash or cut me some slack. You want me to be better but its the skill that I lack. So just back off so I can be myself. My fire is trying to burn but your putting it out. Maybe I would do good if you weren't full of doubt. Sometimes I wish that my life was better but its not. I doing what I can but your tying the leash to a knot. As the noose gets tighter it gets harder to breath. Sometimes I want to put a gun to my head and just leave.