You came to the conclusion I was too stupid <br />to run my own life, you prescribed getting a <br />Facebook site from where to become the faith- <br />ful disciple of everyone you like, you think it a <br />good idea to rate their photographs high and <br />communicate in German and French simply <br />because you like doing it; you recommend <br />joining an Ayn Rand discussion group <br /> <br />One little victory for me: my stoic face remains <br />expressionless as I listen to your praising the <br />virtues of publishing photos and posting poems <br />expressing heart-felt pain and loss of life and <br />love; and I wonder why you always insist that <br />I should follow your ideas like a sheep, why <br />do you get angry if I refuse to kiss the feet <br />of those you adore <br /> <br />Why not leave me alone to figure out my own <br />little life, even if it seems too small to you, why <br />always ready with a straightjacket to tie up my <br />arms to prevent exploring; why do you think I <br />am brain-dead and will always be like this?<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/own-little-life/
