Unrelated Incidents

 Don’t talk to me like I’m a child
Don’t tell me that I’m acting wild
You may not like, but please don’t judge
I enjoy my work, so don’t begrudge
Its not your place to stomp your feet
Or try to drive from my back seat
The killings that I carry out
Are not for you to think about
You’re just a voice inside my head
The voice of one already dead
You’re only my significant other
You’ll never have replaced my beloved mother