Family Matters

Sometimes I find myself wishing I could be everything other people want me to be, but I know I cannot.

All I’ve ever wanted was to be who they wanted me to be. Each and everyday I struggle with my decisions and if they would be one’s that my parents would be proud of. So many people tell me I’m too old to rely on them as much as I do. Meanwhile, my parents wonder where they went wrong. They wonder why I don’t want to be a part of my family. They think I lie and only tell them the things I want to tell them. To them I’ll always be the one they went wrong with. The one who sneaks around, sleeps around and does nothing to better myself. I’ll always be their hopeless child. I wonder if I mean anything to anyone in my family sometimes. I hate who I am according to them.