In The Black Society
We hear parents say that they want the best for you
Yet they hold us to a high standard and don’t want us to make any mistakes
Why is that actually?
Well you see they want you to be the perfect human being
But who is really perfect anymore
We as kids do things behind their backs so we appear as their little angels
But the question is are we?
We make mistakes or rather regret certain things, but they won’t know
Because we are their little angels right
We keep secrets just like them but still get penalized for making bad choices
Us kids don’t need parents in our ears telling us what is right and what is wrong
Because we are still going to do it since we are just their curious little angels
They never realize that we are making the same mistakes as them
Because they never ask how we are doing
They just want us to voice it
But then again if we voice it then we are weak
And if we cry in a closed room then we are depressed
So what do they really mean by being their little angels?
When we are afraid to speak our minds deeply to the point that they understand us
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