I Wrote a Poem

he wants me to be lethal bad but no how to cook a good meal
she wants me to be soft girly and give other women the chills
so many people expect me to read minds and make my path ahead of time
they dont want to listen to me they want to be my own mind
maybe if they stopped creating my mind they would stop being MINE
sure im her own creation and she's cradled me with hope
but let me speak for my learn,cry,wish,and soak
soak in the venom of my own incision
the bad choices create a new vision
the jeans dont fit my new decisions
they drag bag so i through them in the trash
i break through the boundaries that i thought were ahead
im running for my life somewhere im out of time
but where am i running to my life confined
when actually i want to be told how old
but im confused my life is just something i chose