How is it that those we love
Are those we hurt the most
Why is it so easy for them to disappoint
But so hard to make us proud
What makes us so impossible to please?
What makes us so tough to understand?
So unrelenting and severe it may seem
But its the expectations that we have...
That only the strongest survives
Will they have the eye to judge that I am unconditional?
or will they too begin to wonder why this is a part of their lives