To Mommy and Daddy

Okay, yes, we're mere sprouts before you. You've lived what we're living. You know how we feel, and you think we're silly and should be putting all this wasted energy into more productive things viz, school. You provide for us and we live under your roof, and reap what you've sown for us. You deserve love, affection and gratitude. What you get is talking back, arguments, and shouting matches. What ingrates we can  be! Back in your day. . .........You know what? Let me speak for your offspring when I say NOBODY CARES! The times are changing! Listen to da man, Bob Dylan. We have it bad too. Didn't you fight with your parents when you were our age? Didn't you rebel? Okay, maybe you were a goody two shoes. That's not me. I want to do what I want to do. When will you understand I'm an artist, not a scientist? When will you understand that I have a mind of my own, capable of making decisions, which needs only assistance, not pushing? Let me grow, experience, experiment. School is overworking me. I really can't handle certain days. I get angry, I might argue with you, fight with you. Don't be so scandalised. You have your bad days too, and I'm your vent. You scream and shout at me, and I don't really have a choice but to sit and listen, because I understand. You've had a hard day. Why don't you try to understand me the same way? You have loved me, nurtured me and raised me right so far.  But, I'm growing, and you need to adapt with me. It's not easy, but we need to do this together.