I know that you think
You know what is good for me
But
I also think that
I know what is good for me.

I still find my freedom is only a dream without any happy-end. It's very hard to me, you know. You pretend you take care of me but still you do too much harm to me. And at the same time you blame me. Why? I can't resist you though I try. Every day. You believe that I think you're bad parents but it's not true. I still love you although you do these things to me. And I cry. More&more. Every day. For what?

I WANT MY FREEDOM! I'm old enough, you know. I'm already 18.