Tethered

Don’t ask
   what’s wrong
      why I grimace.

       Let me be.

Don’t comment
     that I look hot
          seem bored.

      Stop crowding me.

Don’t question
    my voice tone
      night time tears.

   I’m fine, alright.
      
Don’t tell me
      I walk “odd”
               sound crazy.

      Hush. Go away.

Don’t notice
        I have on make-up
         or don’t.

    I need to breathe.

Don’t tell me
       to change my top
         or pants.

    Stop staring at me.

Don’t check
      on me twenty times
        every day.
  
        Hang up the phone.

  I know
      you love me
       can't live without me.

       So, you keep me chained.