You want to control every thing I do.
The way I act, the things I say.
And you say that I'm a fool,
If others treat me the same way.
You don't like it when you're not
the center of my affection.
Yet you ignore me when you've got
something else to give your attention.
You say that I can always talk to you
when something's bothering me.
Then you get mad at my point of view,
and walk away if we don't agree.
No matter what I do or say,
you never will be happy.
I can't wait until the day
that I will finally be free.
Copyright ©2006
Rose Mary West Ekerholm AKA Plethora