Disclaimer: As always, the poem’s mine, no one else’s. So don’t even think about it.

Author’s Note: This is basically a selfish (in my opinion) rant that I wrote late one night when I was angry/irritated with my parents. I wrote it on July 31st, to be exact *grins sheepishly*

You tell me what to do

You tell me whom I should hang out with

You tell me what to wear (not always though,

mind you)

You tell me how to live my life

You tell me . . .

STOP IT! I want to yell at you.

I can’t yell at you though,

because it’s pointless

and besides

even if I yell

Would it do any good?

Who’s gonna listen to me anyways?

Certainly not you.

Oh, no

certainly not you

You’re only concerned with my welfare

and my own good

I know, and I appreciate it

But enough’s enough.

When’s too much lecturing never enough?

When will it ever end for me?

Never, right?

I know what you’re saying is for my own good

I knew that; I can see that

But honestly, when’s too much never enough?

For you?

For me?

It never will end.

My mind registers, acknowledges this

what you’re lecturing at me for

I listen

but I simply won’t do it

since only I

know what’s good for me.

So I ask you

When will you quit controlling my life?

When?

When will you quit controlling my life?

For that’s the only thing that I ask

from you

before I enter high school,

a whole new world, atmosphere, environment for me

When will you

quit controlling my life?