Just stop trying to control
every fucking thing in my life.
Who to talk to, what to wear,
when to sleep and what to feel.
Please just let me be.
I know you care, want only good for me,
but it gets suffocating,
constantly trying to mould myself
into the person that you want me to be.
I might still be naive,
but let me make my choices.
Guide me through every situation,
but stop forcing your choices on me.
I’m not you and you’re not me.
I need you and I do love you,
but please, don’t become that person,
I constantly try to get away from.
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