You don’t trust me.
You tell me what to do.
I tell you I’ll do it on my own time.
Well if my own time is too slow for you
I’m sorry
But it’s my life.
Let me make my own mistakes.
The only thing I hate worse than being told what to do
Is being told what to do by you.
Although, told is too kind of a word.
Yelled.
Now that’s more like it.
It irritates me
Infuriates me
And makes me feel like a child.
Is that what you wanted?
Well congratulations,
You got your wish.
Please stop
Telling me what to do
Taking charge of my life.
Let me figure out my own path
If I need help,
I promise I’ll ask.
I know you care about me
And worry about me
I’m your little girl, after all.
But all I ask for is trust
And time
With those, I’ll make my way.
And I’ll try to shine like the star
You give your all
For me to be.
Just give me a chance?
Please give me a chance.
It’s all I ask.
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Give Me A Chance
PoetryMom's only want what's best for their kids, but sometimes the kids just want to make their own mistakes. Please let us sometimes.