Don’t tell me what to do;
You think you know better than I?
You haven’t walked a mile in my shoes;
Yet you judge from your ledge up high.
Don’t project all your insecurities;
It’s not my eyes in the mirror.
The reflection in front of you isn’t of me;
You don’t know who I am it is clear.
Disapproval is all you’ve ever shared;
An unkindness disguised as true love.
I remove myself from your hateful glare;
Now it’s me who stands from up above.
You’ve passed through like a storm at night;
Look around the damage remains.
Hurt and wounded; I cannot take to flight;