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Parental concern

Turns to coddling.

What was wariness

Becomes needless worry.  



I need my personal space;

Give me room to breathe.



Don’t try to cushion

The blows of rejection,

For when the worst hits

I will fall to smithereens.



Please let me go to

Make my own mistakes.



I know your maternal

Instinct tells you to protect

Me like porcelain but it

Won’t stop the cracking.



The only way to mature

Is to be cut from the vine.