Telling me This

Telling me this, telling me that, Telling me why, telling me how. Telling me who, over and over, Tell me again I still won’t listen. Preaching your truth, claiming it’s fact, Forcing your view, demanding I act. Pointing your fingers, pulling my strings, But I won’t bow I’ve cut those things. Echo your words, drill them in, Hope that they break me, make me give in. But I walk my path, I choose my way, No matter the noise, I won’t obey.