Why Must I?

Just a small poem asking why everyone feels that they can control me.

Why Must I?

Why must i stay here

waiting for a new direction

Why must everyone tell me 

how i should act,

what i will say,

how my life should go

Why must everything

turn out to be something

something that ruins the dreams

and hopes but cause the tears 

and the pain

Why should i stand here

being controlled in life?

Author's Note

My parents tell me when can date, what i can do, what i can eat, they try to control me.

Reviews

[STAR CHILD]

the just are teaching you to make the right decissions when you group
they love and care for you may not think that at this point but one day if you have children you will and they will ask the same question

[Canicus]

you must not. you do what you want to do and tell your parents to accept you for who you are. I like this poem good write keep it up