Hungry and Fed up.
You do not have power over me. I don't recall a time ever giving permission to judge how I act. I know I'm not hurting anyone. I know what I'm doing. I know it's good for me. I don't need you to treat me like I'm your project. When I mind my business, manage your own. Do you think I care if I don't please you? Definitely not. The fact that you feel privileged to tell me when I should or shouldn't be doing something irks me. Your presence is nothing but a nuisance. I see your eyes so heavily fixated on trying to hypnotize me into bending to your will; the only thought that runs my mind is how much of an insane person you really are. Don't try to nitpick how I am when I can easily unravel what type of person you are. Don't dissect me, and when your entrails can be seen from a mile. Don't fix me when you got a few screws loose. What I'm trying to say is, don't control my life; control yours. We all just have one for a reason.