Lately there is this friction.

Between me and you.

You don’t like any thing I say.

I don’t like the things you do.

You think that you are all grown up.

Be able to do as you wish.

But, you constantly, prove you’re still a child.

By never considering the risks.

Telling us only half truths.

Sneaking around behind our backs.

Saying, you are treated unfairly.

When you’re caught in the act.

This friction, is getting worse.

Soon, there will be a spark.

Bringing a fire so intense.

It can melt your heart.

I know you are a teenager.

And you want to spread your wings.

But, as I’ve told you many times.

Trust can be a fleeting thing.

Maybe, it’s because I’m not there.

To show you the right path.

But if you don’t watch your ass.

You are going to feel my wrath.

I’m asking you for honesty.

And to remember your age.

You are only fifteen years.

You don’t belong on center stage.

You only have three years left.

In three years, you’ll be an adult.

But. If you don’t heed this warning.

I won’t be accountable, for the end results…