Criticize

Why must you always criticize me,
with everything I do?
Whether it's doing homework
Or going on a date....
Why must you lay that final Judgement upon my shoulders?
Must you make me carry this through life?
I am beginning to question whether I want to fight,
or fall.

A constant fight,
I feel as if you don't trust my judgement,
Waiting for that one slip up
and hoping it follows me around
for the rest of my life.

I won't give in to arguement
or feeling like I am unimportant
when you my friend,
seem to be the one who finds
they must bring others down
In order to feel.

You will not beat me,
for I will do what is best for me
Not what is convenient for you
Not what you think I deserve
Not for what you want.

This is my life,
my choice
Don't live your dreams through me,
When you failed to live your own,
For I am a grown up.
I will make those right decisions,
I will be better,
I will create a whole new life,
And become that strong and free person,
That I have always dreamed of,
But have never dared persue
Because I was afraid I would
Offend you.