Military kid

Being a military kid,

Seems like a prideful thing,

But once you are one,

You no longer want the life that it will bring.

Sure it means sacrifice,

Sure it means having perks,

But it isn’t as amazing as you think,

I’m afraid that’s not how it works.

Your parents will be strict,

And prideful till the end,

They will even trick you,

Into thinking you are their best friend.

It’s true they love you,

That will never change,

But they have impossible expectations,

One that’s are never within range.

You wish you could retaliate,

But you have to bite your tongue,

Because you are too afraid,

Especially when you are young.

They can never be wrong,

It just simple cannot be,

You can never be right,

Doesn’t that fill you with glee?

You are not allowed to feel emotions,

For it is a weakness,

So you must shove them down,

And keep them in darkness.

If they appear,

They will not understand,

Your emotions cannot be negative,

It’s simply banned.

You must live with the knowledge,

That you are a disappointment,

You want to complain?

Get in line and make and appointment.

Being a military kid,

Means being kept in the dark,

I wish I could change this,

But I don’t know where to start.