You never liked my hair, or the things I wanted to do with it. You never liked my friends, you always had something nasty to say about them. You always hated the way I liked my wall to be. You hated the fact that I rather jeans & tshirts with converse, than a silly trouser with heels. You never liked either my cloth or my shoes, you just forced me to dress the way "it should be done" & I've always listened, because I care what you said & I just wanted everything to be ok. But as I grow older I came to realize I dont want to do what you say no more, & that's when the war is on. Two years ago I gave up, I surrendered. Today, I'm stepping up again, because, or you listen or I am gone.

The result... I just pretend I agree with what they say & meanwhile I do what I want