I hate that you think you know me.
You can’t fix me; please let me be!
If you really knew me, you would see,
That telling me what to do is not the key.
You treat me like a child, so small,
And make me want to put up walls.
Why do we always end up in a fight?
To me, that just doesn’t seem right.
There are things I want to tell you,
But you never listen when I try to.
At times it seems like you don’t care,
And when you do it is very rare.
I know that I am far from perfect,
But all I want is a little respect.
What you give is what you get.
Someday why don’t ya try it!
09/02/04