It's Being Stupid

A small piece of family problems as recently of this year.

You're supposed to be my mom, but you aren't.

You're supposed to be the parent, but you're a friend.

You're supposed to punish, but you nurture and coddle.

You're supposed to discourage vices, but you instead encourage them.

You're supposed to be perfect, but I know you aren't.

And that's okay.

But buying my brother and his girlfriend cigarettes and chew isn't being imperfect.

It's being stupid.

You're supposed to be on pillar, but you're in a pit.

You're supposed to be authoritative, but instead you're permissive.

You're supposed to listen, but I can't even talk to you about these things.

You're supposed to be perfect, but I know you aren't.

And that's okay.

But choosing to be the parent to a bright, clean and college-bound girl and not to the reckless, drinking, smoking boy who digs himself deeper into an abyss every year isn't being imperfect.

It's being stupid.

You're supposed to be the feared parent, but my dad has to take that role.

You're supposed to be the mother no one crosses, but you let my brother do whatever he wants.

You're supposed to be there for me, but you seem annoyed and irritated most of the time I'm around you.

You're supposed to be perfect, but I know you aren't.

And that's okay.

But I am the child who learned from your mistakes, who will go to college and not dropout, who will not marry young, who will not have her first child right after she turns 21, who will not quit smoking only for it to be picked up a few years later, yet you focus on the child who will make those mistakes and burden his own future child striving for goodness and make them feel as I do now.

That isn't being imperfect.

It's being stupid.

Author's Note

Just some basic things to look at: style, grammar, placement, etc. Just tell me what you think and any criticisms along with it.