Knock It Off

Knock It Off

Stop telling me what to do I don’t give a shit!

You’re not my fucking mom so stop acting like it.

I don’t care what you see and I don’t need your help.

I’m almost an adult and you’re still a whelp.

So just leave me alone go play with your boy.

Having you around is no longer a joy.

You’re younger than me and dumber too.

I don’t need advice from the likes of you.

Your stupid fucking title doesn’t mean shit to me.

I don’t give a fuck what you think and I don’t care what you see.

I can take care of myself, I always have before.

Guess what little girl I’m not your fucking toy anymore.

I love being your friend and I will till the end.

But you need to stop this shit and realize I’m not gonna bend.

I’m still the me you’ve always known. So deal with it or just leave me alone…

A/N: I wrote this for my ex-bestfriend Charly. I hate her now but this is still a good poem. R/R and lemme know what ya think k? Laters!!

Sexy Sammy

Love, Luck, and Lollypops ;)