Dear Mom and Dad,

 

I am your son

Maybe not physically, but mentally

Your love is twisted

Your ideas of me are but dreams

I will never be the daughter you want

 

You try to control me, to force your ideals

My life is not yours, so get your hands off of it

I stay up and wonder if your love will remain

I know that it's stupid but I'll ask just the same

Will you still want me when I'm not what you had?

 

I scarred my own skin, not from stress but from fear

From hatred of myself, for all that I am 

I spared you your feelings at the time

But the acting is over

I am older now

And with it, am bolder

 

I am not who you knew

I am so different now

I am sarcastic and witty and silly somehow

Through the anxiety, the depression, and the trust issues

Comes a son with a dire need to improve

 

I still love you through everything

No matter the time

You're my parents, you raised me

You gave me my life

The life that is mine

 

Your Boy, 

Alexander