You’re not the boss of me –
you cannot tell me what to do.
I don’t want a lecture –
or a caveat of “If I were you…”
You look like a fool but go ahead –
rant, rave, and holler.
While I dig my heels in deeper –
and stretch my neck taller.
We’ve passed the point of no return –
I will not cave to pressure.
I’ll never relinquish control now –
I won’t give you the pleasure.
Even if you spoke the wisest words –
I still won’t hear you.
So you may try and try you will
but you can’t tell me what to do!