You nag and complain
About the things I do wrong
Follow me around with a mic.
Calling me infantile
As you refuse to eat your vegetables

I don’t get you

All I can feel is your glare
On my back
As you note
My every movement
All I can hear is your
Unsatisfied grunts

Make these sensations go away

I'm not perfect
I try
I don’t need your constant reminders:

"Clean your plates
better
again
once more"

I want to scream!

"Do it yourself
your old enough
but not good enough"

Please?

"I'm tired of you acting like your two
grow up
be better"

I can't take it

Is this what drives people to insanity?
When real words start to
Combine with your own?
Tearing away at
Who you are
Till the words sink in
And you start to believe them.