Parents

Gosh I love them

My parents love me, I know they do
They beg me to talk, to confide
What do I say? How do I confess?
Their little one is lost
The one who'd play in the sand
The one who wanted to be a mermaid
The one who believed in everything
The one who had hope
I'm not the little girl they raised me to be
They expect greatness and brilliance
How do I tell them? What can I do?
Their daughter is in the dark
Fighting for the light, struggling to be free
An unspoken tension, maybe they do know
Still, they love me
Still, they try
My parents love me, I know they do
And I will always love them too