Parenting

I don’t need you judging me,

Telling me how good you used to be,

Comparing your younger self with me.

There’s somewhere else you could be,

More appreciated than what you’re doing here.

Because I didn’t ask for your harsh reality,

What you think I should be doing with my time.

You say you’re tired of my sadness,

That I'm weak and won’t survive.

You think you’re helping by telling me those things.

But you couldn’t be more wrong.

You only make me weaker and more fragile,

Unsure of what else to do.