DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO

Please don’t tell me what to do
I’ll make up my mind
Always thinking you know best
But it’s not yours… it’s mine.

It’s my mistake, not yours to make
My folly, my decision
I decide… when to turn back
Avoiding a collision.

Making a suggestion
Could be helpful or unkind
But, in the end it ‘s up to me
Don’t try to change my mind.

So damn sure, no room for doubt
Always in control
Expecting me to follow suit
And do just what l’m told.

But, you are not the boss of me
I’m not asking you for help
Just wanted you to listen
Will take care of things myself.

Didn’t ask for your directive
For you to tell me what to do
Why can’t you just be there for me
Like I am there for you?

A sounding board to lend an ear
To comfort and console
Not looking to be criticized
Rejected or controlled.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories. View all posts by Patty Richardson