At Par With Others
As I Succeed,
Even Performing Better
Than Them All At Times,
But My Parents Still
Are Sore With Me.

They Still Treat Me
As If I Was A Kid,
Even Controlling Whom
Do I Talk With,
But I'll Succumb To
What I Get.

After All I'm Not
Independent Yet,
I Still Get Food & Water
And Shelter From Them,
To End With It I'd Say
My Chest Isn't Broadened Yet.