my eerie stadium of hawk eyed critics who should have
been my everything.
it's just always felt like this, always felt so odd.
i walked on this tight rope with
noone to hold.
i've no back up plan, i had to be successful.
cause anytime i falter, you both become so bold.
you flock to me with the most bewildered look in your
am i really breaking down, will you both finally see me cry?
i've always felt like you were vultures who were just waiting
it never felt like support, the way you critiqued my life.
so now i comfort myself with "this was meant to
but i see you treat them all very differently.
you can be so reassuring when you want to be.
it's almost all over now, i'm learning to leave.
but it still hurts me, still makes my eyes sting.
you were the best parents, but just not to me.