When my goals don’t align with your expectations.
It almost feels similar to incarceration.
No matter what I do or don’t,
I feel your eyes watching to see if I will or won’t.
And when I break the news that I’m doing something
unexpected,
I know your thoughts rush to, how will I be affected.
And when others ask for an explanation,
You rush to defend my strange inclinations.
The problem is you see, it’s true.
By association my actions reflect on you.
To be my friend you must condone,
ALL the choices I made on my own.
That’s not true you start to say,
It matters not what YOU do all day.
But if you stop and think again,
You might want to get out while you can.
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