Am I Allowed?—

Am I allowed?–

To let tears sting my eyes

When I’m held back, yet again,

By your constraints,

Keeping me from becoming the inevitable–

An adult.

Am I allowed?–

To learn to love someone

Without your harsh judgment of me,

Yet again.

Am I allowed?–

To adventure and see the world

Through my own

Growing eyes,

And learn in the best way

Any human knows how–

Making mistakes, and getting back up.

Am I allowed?–

To strive towards my own goals

Instead of constantly,

Constantly worrying about what you would think

Because I’m supposed to be

The “golden child.”

Am I allowed?–

To just have a bad day

And be mad—be angry,

And just let myself feel that way for a while

Until something else makes me feel

Something else.

Am I allowed?

All I want is to be happy with what I do

And how I learn,

But also to make you proud.

And if I’m really—truly

Honest with myself,

I know what makes me happy

And how I do and learn things;

It kills me knowing that you will likely

Never agree.