All my life you had me believe,
I had a condition –

You can’t do this,
You can’t do that.
You can’t be him,
You can’t be you.
Must walk straight,
You can’t run wild,
Don’t stand there!
Why do you slouch?
You don’t know things,
Should’ve known by now.
You can’t keep up,
You are way too slow.
You eat with that?
You call that mouth?
You barely listen
When I would shout.
Why stoop so low?
When you are down,
I raised you up,
To come around.
So what I pushed,
Don’t sulk about,
We are family,
Must live happily.
Go earn some green,
Then we will go out.
Don’t count your days,
You aren’t old,
I was your age
And I was young.
I could do that,
But I did not,
Yet you could do
What we cannot.
I still have things
To teach around,
Coz I was born,
Before your sound,
I’ll talk out loud,
For the world to know,
That I know more,
You are far below.
Where do you go?
I am not done yet,
Lay a finger on me,
And you’ll be dead.
What are those rules?
You follow them?
I am the rule,
You pursue me.
I am the end
Of your discussion,
I am the start
Of your relapse.

I guess,
You were right all along,
I have a condition
It is called ‘you’.