Grow up and let me live my life,
don’t hurl those words like you would a knife.
You do not own me, no matter what you say,
learn to keep your foolish words at bay.
Stop tossing me the tasks that you took on,
it is not me too which they bond.
I am not your slave, even if you think it,
I am not part of something in a fix it up kit.
Do not say that you know how I feel,
you do not know how I have learned to deal.
You know nothing of the Hell you have caused me,
when will you own up and, act like the mommy?
I am only sixteen, but I’ve had to grow up fast,
my childhood innocence didn’t long last.
Don’t tell me that I don’t know who I am,
for I am not the one clutching to my fake little sham.
I know I’m not perfect, and I know I’m not gifted,
but you don’t know how much weight will be lifted.
In two years time, I will be yours no more,
and be able to live…which I have never done before.