How Too Many Kids Treat Their Parents

You told me you loved me.
I still wanted more.
You said i was beautiful.
And i pushed you on the floor.

You bought me nice things.
Though i didn't appreciate.
You spent all your money on me.
My heart filled with hate.

You cared for me.
Enriched me, until you where skint.
But i didn't believe you,
When you where out of mint.

You fed me lovely meals.
Vegetables , rice and corn.
I never had do much chores.
But i though i was fornlorn.

In the end you gave up.
And i wondered why.
But to tell the truth.
To say i didn't know, would really be a lie.