You don't tell me what to do;
How to live my life.
I'm sorry I don't meet your expectations;
I'm sorry I'm not perfect.
But that is no excuse for you to criticize me.
I try my best,
Even when you don't think I do.
I want to scream and yell at you;
Not about anything in particular;
I just want to scream at the top of my lungs.
I want to scream until I can't speak.
All of this pent up irritation,
I want to let it all out.
But I won't do that because
I'm the better person.