You were all I had
You were my whole world
You were the only thing I knew
You were the only one that mattered
You kept me prisoner in my own house
Because you didn’t want to show me the world
You were too scared
You didn’t think I was capable of blossoming on my own
You were my playmate
You were my shoulder to cry on
You were my shelter from the storm
But shelter comes at a price…
Sorry, I can’t come out to play
My mom doesn’t feel like driving today
She doesn’t want to make a “special trip”
Just to take me to the park
Sorry, I can’t meet you at the mall tonight
My mom will only drive me somewhere twice a month
This time would be my third
She doesn’t want to waste her precious gas money
I wanted voice lessons
But I didn’t need them
You didn’t want to pay for them
So I tried teaching myself to sing.
I damaged my vocal cords
And now I’m learning how to sing correctly at the age of 21
Thanks for delaying me as much as you possibly could!
Thanks for making it as hard as possible for me to chase my dreams!
I wanted guitar lessons
But I could teach myself just fine
I had the talent
I had the books
I had some free time
Why would I need outside guidance?
[Why would you need to spend even MORE money on your daughter?]
Thanks for making sure my musical peers could wipe the floor with me!
I wanted new clothes
When I tired of the ones I had
But they were still in perfectly good condition
They still fit
They looked fine to you
What did it matter that I was embarrassed to wear them?
What did it matter that I hated the way they looked?
What did it matter that everyone else made fun of me?
At least you didn’t have to spend extra money!
I wanted to join the fencing team in high school
But I couldn’t.
You didn’t want to come pick me up from away games
You’re too scared to drive somewhere you’ve never been before
You don’t want to get a job
You don’t want to support yourself
You won’t teach me anything
If you can do it yourself
If you can do it before I have the chance to learn how.
You were my playmate
You were my shoulder to cry on
You were my shelter from the storm
But shelter comes at a price…
I don’t want your shelter anymore
I’d rather drown in the monsoon of reality.
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I can't say I know what you mean, I have always been musically uninclined. I used to sing alright (Says my untrained musical ears) But then I started smoking so now I sound like shit. My mom never really gave me rides anywhere but I didn't mind I had my ever trusty skateboard.
I liked the way this played out though. You could have taken it down any number of self pity roads, but instead you basically just telly our story and in he end say piss off, I'm old enough to hold my own and if I drown atleast it won't be at your clutches.
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Good job with the freedom. I like that you've found strength in yourself.
I admire the lack of self pity...simply the story of where you've been, and the way you've moved on. -
and all together everyone said Amen.
Time to share the over used statement. I know what you mean.... and I hate that. It only gets harder from here, but you will be able to say it is your life. No one else!
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