​growing pains pt 1 & 2 ​dandelion hands

You were born
As a church
For your mother's old ideals
Not given choice
On who to be
Just told to "Think and act like me"

You came to be
As a means
To reclaim your tarnished name
Not given choice
On how to feel
And with no tools with which to heal

You came to see
The more you stray
The more that you are pushed away
You have not done
What you're demanded
So now you have been left abandoned

You rip the chunks from your head, wishing you were dead
Or at least a little bit sedated
Make sure the windows are smashed, the paintings are slashed
I don't want the life I'm fated