Who are you to tell me,
what I should do,
who I should aim to be?

Who do you think you are,
defining acceptable,
taking the image of society too far?

Who are you to say,
what's right for me,
whats is or isn't ok?

How can you justify
judging me for what I chose to do,
when support is all I want from you?

Why do you wast your time
pushing me away,
into the word's of this rhyme?

I fear you will abandon me
All I ask is you to advise
For you to support me

I don't want your distatse
Just whish me well
and be proud of me not putting life to waste

These are my choices,
And I fear your opinions
I dread the sound of your voice