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In Charge.

None of this is up to you.

When will you get the clue?

Are you blind?

Are you def?

For someone who claims to know more about life,

You are in fact more ignorant than you know.

You make accusations and give outdated examples that no longer are of concern in this time or this generation.

You yell and scream, you force your voice over mine.

You shove your opinion down my throat and force me to look at you just to see me cry.

You demand respect when you have done little to earn it.

The abrasive barbaric way you go about life leaves chaos everywhere you go.

The abusive ways you control and manipulate me are unfair and psychotic.

The restrictions you have placed on me since my younger years are the reasons for the loopholes I dig so hard to find.

You claim me to be spoiled when in fact you are just mad I refuse to be controlled, that I know my rights and you try to take them away.

You invade my privacy, you and wonder why I don’t tell you things.

You call me names and then take them back once you have calmed down and give lame excuses as to why I deserved to be called them.

You claim to love me, but hurt me instead.

The worst part of it all is… I’ve started to believe the things you’ve said.

You are not in charge, but you always take control, now you have grown tired and old, abusing me and hurting me just to make me take over my own life that made out for me to feel too belittled to deserve.

  • D.L.E

 
 
 

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