Mama, I wish you loved me the way you do now. I wish you played games with me like you do now. I wish your praises at me were told to my face like now, not overhear them from your boasting to others about my accomplishments. I wish you were at least the parents you are now.
Be their faithful follower who does everything they want, willing to die for them by my own hand
Or be damned to eternal pain for my sins
Because without them, without their approval, my life is not worth the suffering