What do you really know about me?
Who I am and what I want?
You nod your heads and say you understand,
But it’s that reaction that gets me mad.
“You’ll get to do what you want in a few years”, you say,
But will there ever come a day
That you don’t look over my shoulder to see, criticize,
To chastise a decision I make?
You have raised me right,
So then why do I have to fight
For everything I want and believe in?
I just want to be like everyone else here
You know I didn’t shed a tear when you left?
I was happy for the freedom,
Freed to make my own decisions,
But you come at me with, “That’s wrong” and, “That’s not safe”.
You went to college years ago
You don’t know what it’s like today.
The openness like a large grassy field
This is exactly how I’m supposed to feel.
Free to do as I please and go boldly now
That the opposite of what college is supposed to be.
Keep your head in the books