They raised us, yet they judge us.
They let us talk, but pass on our secrets.
They want us around, but then want us gone.
They make us stay quiet, then wonder why we're shy.
They indulge us, yet won't let us spend our savings.
They make mistakes, then criticise when we are not perfect.
They assume that behavior is just a phase, then wonder what caused it in the first place.
They think of our moods as typical, when theres so much more behind it.
They look at us as children, when half the time we're more mature than they'd ever be.
Parents and children are good for a while.
Until the other realises where the strength between the two lies.
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