I Don't

 

 

I don’t need you to criticize 
My lack of ambition
My hate of precision
My loyalty to fighting reality
Don’t sit and tell me, don’t preach
About the job I hate
How I’m always late
If I make it in
I don’t want you pity
Just a little credit 
At the times I deserve it
Don’t call me a child
Call me lazy
Slightly crazy
Or a little too close to the fantasy of fairy tales
I don’t need you to tell me I’m wrong
If I were right we wouldn't be fighting 
There’d be no problem 
And this would not exist
I don’t want your good advice
I would have asked if I had
A helping hand will only serve to hold me back
I don’t want your anger or slander
Of my shamed name
Your pulsing veins 
And headache pains
I don’t need your analysis
Your patience
Your misguided understanding of me    
I don’t want your opinion 
I don’t give one
I don’t want one
And I don’t need yours. 




 

By Amanda M. Burns 2000, written as a teenager

© Amanda Saylor nee Burns. All rights reserved