Minding my own business...that is a crime to you. Even though five minutes ago you sent me to my room. You tell me all the time that "you don't ask much of me", yet you are unaware of the breakdowns I have behind closed doors. You tell me you're happy I'm here but then you berate me every day you can...why? Because you can. Small mistakes result in me being imperfect, much like every one else in this small world and yet you choose to thrive on my imperfections and insecurities. This is where the change happens. Where I am no longer your child but your puppet instead.
