Parents are blankets
that smother and
stifle me,
tucking tighter and tighter;
suffocating me
with their
sweetly-spoken words of
dissaproval,
or encouragement,
depending on
how you look at it,
and draining all
potential I may once have
thought
I posessed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem