Yah, life just sometimes feels, like you're forced behind bars, by superriors called your parents, who floated here from Mars.

Mom, I am just a kid. Don't hold me back, I need to fit in. Mom, why can't you see? You grew up in a [different generation] than me.

If you don't let me go out, and see my long lost friends, I might choke on myself, this frustration never ends.

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