Brick Walls

"brick walls are there for a reason. they let us prove how badly we want things."
-randy pausch-

The brick walls now i have to face is my parents
My parents who still keeping so protected to their child, making bricks by wrapped me in many tradition and many other things. But do they realize that the wrapping things making their child can't breathe.
I Know that saying my parents are brick walls isn't polite and i know that brick walls something dead thing.
I still hoping and always imagine that my parents isn't something like brick walls. They're human who's having heart. A heart that supposed can changed brick into something soft something that can care and look at me whether i was fine or not.

I don't think that i could not breathe right now. My body stand still, only my ears still clearly functioning, hearing the sound of their making bricks in front of me, i want to say out loud "don't make any more bricks", over and over badly trying to say that,,,,"please don't, please,,,don't do that to me mom"