Always telling me what you think is best
Will all this critiquing never rest?

I listen to the things you say
Each and every passing day

But yet I just sit staring at the wall
Wondering “do you understand anything at all?”

You judge my life and choices I make
But If I screw up that’s my mistake

The words you say anger me so
There are some things you will just never know
Your grip on me is leaving its bruise
What kind of actions must I use?

What must I do, what must it take
To prove to you that I can make-
My own life choices
With the help of no others voices

You judge my ability because of my age
And in doing so add to my rage
Im not asking for your “sage advice”
For my so called “ignorance” let me pay the price
Will my own judgment ever suffice?

Let me be me, my very own person
And I promise your life I will not worsen
 
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