Mother, Let ME Live MY Life

I really hate hating you,
but it's something that you make me do.
We're not supposed to be this way, and
I shouldn't have to cry every day.
You're slowly but steadily driving me away,
yet all the while I'm the one to pay.

There's nothing realistic in the word perfection,
it's just come to be one of your overbearing obsessions.
It's something that I'll never be able to achieve;
I'm letting this one go now so I can be free.
Mother, why can't you just let yourself see
that the only thing I'll ever want to be is me.

You'll never approve of the way I act,
you're paranoid that I'm heading down the wrong track.
But I know I'm not; I know myself mom,
I'll be okay, I'm surprisingly strong;
and despite what you think I do know right from wrong.
I don't know why you've stayed in this mindset so long.

So I'm 15, yes, but I've surpassed my age;
to you I may seem weak, but I have courage.
Ya, I'm going to mess up a few times, but
I have to learn from my mistakes and crimes.
I'm almost 16 now, so let me drive...
I don't need you reading me all the signs.

Just step back and let ME live my life.