stop acting like im a kid.
you broke me when i was nine.
opened me into the world where family and ties didnt matter.
and at eleven told me i've changed and that you hated me.
thru twelve thirteen fourteen you've reminded me.
time and time again.
how much you hated me.
and wished i was six all over again.
now fifteen.
you wouldnt believe me.
jumped at every thought that i've might have taken reign and flung.
out of the window.
and onto the pavement.
you thought i've become rebellious.
you thought i've done things on my own.
well im sorry to break your illusions.
i've flew. but i've came back.
only you didnt see me.
so stop trying to act like im a kid, when you dun treat as one, yet punish me for flying... because at the this moment, i still love you.
and i hate myself for that.
family and ties does matter to me.
although ... i've broke since nine.