I'm sorry

I'm sorry for making your headache's worse.
I'm sorry I flatten your wallet.
I'm sorry I don't try hard enough.
I'm sorry that I grew up American

I'm sorry I can't meet your standards.
I'm sorry I can't make you proud.
I'm sorry I'm not the way you want me to be.
I'm sorry that I'm not your perfect son.

I'm sorry for a lot of things but there's not much I can do about it. I am who I am. I'm not the best student, but I'm a good dancer, a decent martial artist, an amateur photographer, and a caring person. A lot of which you don't seem to care for. All you care for is that I do well in school so I can support myself in the future, and I will. I will find a way. When I'm determined to do something, I'll do it. I know you want only the best for me, but maybe your way of getting that isn't the best way. I'm not sure whats going to happen. I just want peace at mind.

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So today, I was put under the impression that you didn't want me here anymore. Not only that, I was put under the impression that you don't think I'll be safe at night. You have to realize, I walk home at night, that the likeliness of anything bad happening to me is zero to none, that I'm almost 18, and that you're giving me the impression that because you didn't get to go out with your friends all the time, I shouldn't either. And I think, wait, didn't you come here so that Justin and I could have a better life? So why are you trying to keep us from that? You have to realize that we are growing up. We're not going to be the same little boys who obeyed every word you said. I can think for myself. I can cook, I can clean, I can drive, I can speak for myself. I turn 18 in a month, and I wish you would give me more trust. At least trust me more than you trust Justin. I don't know anymore. I wish things would just be easier, but then again, an easy life is a boring life.