This poem is supposed to depict how, when you hit around 13, your parents try to make you quit playing with toys such as dolls, action figures, legos, and the like. They tell you to stop doing all these things you love, that you're grown up now. You don't need those things. They even try to get you to stop playing video games, or at least my mom did. But the whole thing is, after they convince you that you're older now, you're PRACTICALLY an adult, that you're too old for childish things, they still treat you as a child. Just more slave-like, and less person-like. They try to temporarily make you a servant, and void your life of fun and happiness just to make their lives better. Of course, I may be exaggerating a bit, but this is the truth. They take your toys away, put you into the world of chores, yet still talk to you like a little kid, treat you like one, and refer to you as one. Well, I say F*** YOU, MOM! I just bought a huge box of legos from my friend whose mom was making him throw them out, and as soon as my room's picked up and I have a day off, I'm building the biggest f***ing lego castle I possibly can, in the center of my room. And you can't stop me, because I'm working now, I'm in college, and I WANT MY CHILDHOOD YEARS BACK THAT YOU ROBBED FROM ME! I'm not ready to become a robot like you and forget the meaning of happiness. My life is just beginning. I'll make something of it, yes, but in the mean time, I won't lose sight of the whole reason I should: to be happy. If you're going to keep treating me like a kid, I'll act like one again. Except this time you won't have the privelage of the most mature little kid in the neighborhood. Good luck.

Anyways, to get on with this, just about anyone can at least SOMEWHAT relate to this situation I think, but mine, as you can see, is an extreme....