I say sorry to you, my Mum and Dad

You don't know me, I am sure.

You regard me as ruthless and aggressive

In fact I am not. 

I pay deliberate attetion to your saying and action that depress me a lot

I try to give back the love but I am too shy, which you don't know

For the whole life I dream of drawing and dancing

However you don't provide me the kind of body shape that I can't blame on you

For your comfort and my survival, I have to drop drawing

I am trying to get out of your shade but I fail from time to time.

I am aggressive which is true, however I have no back-up, no support, no guidance.

When I fall, you can't substantially help me.

When I am confused, you just talk shit on me.

I am tired of being ab-loved and being abused by your innocense and selfishness.

You try to invade into my life habit and to make it as yours.

I am sorry. I hate that.

Life is mine.

For the past twenty years  am alive for your love and your face.

I will be still loving you my dear closest people in the world.

But please forgive me because I am going to persue my own life.