Two sets of parents
Two sets of ideas
One set supportive
One set not so much
One being mine
One being his
Confused out of my mind
One set I want to be with
One set I wish would care a bit more
One willing to help the situation
One can really careless
A tear ready to stream down a face
Wishing theyd care a bit more
I love them
But how much do they really love me
I wonder
I cry
I wait in order to see
