Parental thoughts

Are parents think that we are innocent
In truth we are quite benevolent
We might act like we are
But in truth we are far
We drink we smoke
And if they knew how we spoke
They would die
And make us stop, or at least try
But in a truth
We are not yet loose
Are parents grip is like a collar
Even if we are taller
It chokes us with rules
But we think you use them only as tools
We want are space
To be let loose from the case
To run and be free
And be in pure glee
All we want to be is free