The Reason for My Brown Eyes

I cannot thank you for your help.
I’m smarter now then I would’ve been.
You’ve made me change all that I was.
Now it’s time to go on and begin.

You told me to work for what I want.
So I work and work and what have I gotten?
I have good grades and many dreams.
Yet most of the time you treat me rotten.

You told me to try, so I did.
I tried and tried but can never win.
I can give you my all but it’s not enough.
I am simply chagrin.

You told me that you would be there for assistance.
However, you’re a horrible aid.
Instead I do it by myself.
It’s the only way this game called life gets played.

You say you’ll drive me to my destination.
But all you do is complain.
“I took you here! I took you there!”
Then openly refrain.

You feed me food and shelter me.
But what does that matter when I’m dispirited?
“You have the choice to be happy.”
I can’t because I’m aggravated.

You showed me to be independent.
I’ve given up on you.
I expect nothing.
Maybe you’ll finally get the clue.

There’s no better role model out there then yourself.
You yell and scream acting immature.
You cant help but drive people to secrecy.
You are way too much to endure.

I love you mom, I really do.
But how can anyone handle you?
You’ve given me a reason to run far away.
But thanks to you, I can get through.