You Become What You Resent

You raised me from birth, Picked up my scraped knees from the earth, Yet you don't even look at me looking my best You will not be impressed. My weakness I feel I must show: Your vision of me is so narrow, Lend me your eyes, I will show you my heart There is so much I wish to impart: You are the mother Your love I must capture. Instead, we focus on strife, I am the one to whom you gave life! You have your many choice Give me your list, your invoice. I will return you mine, If you promise to consign. Those are what make man great. But yet, your being, I must negate, For they say you become what you resent Against this, I will stay persistent. Ay, I refuse. The uncharted trail, I must--I will--choose. Your flaws, I am willing to condone, But I can't move the mountains between us alone.