And as the days pass, my mistakes in your eyes grow. You never fail to let go of any mistakes I make; repeating them off the top of your head everyday.
This is not nagging. This is conscience/confidence/future-genocide.
From the cradle to now you've always been planning for my future, keeping important decisions away by saying," it is too much for an immature mind like yours to handle." But you never look back at your past and remember how as an immature mind you had to handle issues far beyond your years.
And then you wonder why I don't care where my life is going.
Its not true.
It's just you want my life to go according to what you plan. And I don't see any shred of space left for me to participate and mould my own future.
No skills, no confidence, no conscience, nothing.
You ask me if I have problems and that I should share with you so you can solve it. Then you tell me how hard you are working and how crappy I have been leading my life.
How then can I tell you the shallowest of my thoughts?
Each time I open up my mouth to speak, you finish the sentence for me in negative ways I could never have thought up.
Are you trying to help me build a positive life through negativity? Or do you just want to see me go to hell if I fail your guidance?
The reason why I don't like to work there is simple; I'm still within that shroud of negativity that somehow my other brothers do not fall in.
In the first place, you don't believe I can make mature decisions. How then can I amount to anything in such a suffocating environment?
And sorry I get up late. That's because I wake up 2 hours earlier than you everyday, when someone goes to school.
To put it in a simple way: It's hard to ask you for help when I am going to get criticised. I'd rather just shut up and learn it the hard way.
By the way, isn't the hard way the way you always learn?
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