All those years, of you ruining our family.
All those times you doubted me, called me names.
Told me that I would screw up my life, told me it was already too late.
Showing your current lack of faith.
Stealing my money, claiming that I didn't even work hard for it anyways, that I didn't deserve all the nice things I had, even though I probably paid for, with my own money, 80% of them.
Despite all those things the younger me constantly did, always trying to win your approval, your confidence in me, every little certificate I saved way back from kindergarten, just to remind myself that I am not what you say I am.
Always, it ended up in the trash if I showed you. Always, you'd regard it as nothing.
Thanks for missing my graduation, thanks for "mixing up the date" and going gambling instead. Thanks for blowing my mother's money when you could have been showing me support as I walked the stage.
Did I tell you I made it to UC Berkeley?
Did I tell you that I've had my own job, and needed none of your help all these years?
That you, have done nothing but slow me down, and yet, I am still here today?
I have only one song to show you.