When I was young,
my mom used to tell stories
about her past and all the other stuff.
She taught me to be kind.
But I was too young to appreciate it
so I just nodded.
When I was young,
my dad used to teach me
how to be strong and clever.
He taught me to be a man.
I was just a boy, so I just nodded.
I thought what I did was of innocence
but little did I know it's an act of ignorance.
What I know now are the things
I wish I'd known before.
Now it's hard to fill the gap
and be open with these fancy stupid questions
that are too vulnerable to ask my parents about.
Yes they teach me lessons
but at some certain reasons
few turned to miscommunications
because of our different generation.
Maybe it's them who doesn't know me well
or maybe, it's me who didn't quite get them well.
One of the depressing things I've experience in my life is having it hard to open up with my parents. I love them and I know they do too. But I just couldn't find it any easy to ask them questions that are too vulnerable because every time I tried, something's stopping me to do it. It's not a lack of trust. It's just... In my mind, something's telling me that they weren't as vulnerable as the questions I wanted to ask them.
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