Literature
anger
Why wont you just leave me alone?
I don't need your boring lectures,
About how I should grow up and who you want me to be.
I'm my own person,
And ill do whatever fucking pleases me.
You don't control me, you don't own me,
And you never will.
You think you can tell me what me hair colour should be?
Ill dye it fucking bright purple if it pisses you off.
I don't care if you wish I were the sweet girl next door type,
Fact is im not and never will be.
You can't make me go to church,
And pray every single day.
I preach at the church of rock n roll,
Shove it up your arse if you don't like it.
Why cant you get it through your head that