Sometimes I cry.
I cry because I can't deal with it all.
With the constant nagging.
The constant pressure to be perfect.
I know your just trying to be a good mom.
But you have to realize I'm growing up.
To let me live my life.
You've lived yours now let me live mine.
I go insane trying to be perfect.
I'm sorry I am not the straight "A" student anymore.
I don't play the sports you want me to.
I am sorry for being me!
