Whose life is it anyway

Whose life is it anyway
Thought I was free to learn
Without rude comment A-Z
From a overrushed passerby's judgement, abruptness, full of superiority?
Who if I hear again with ruffled feathers
Sends me falling into inflamed arguments inside with myself
Disdain for your serman of impatience
Was it some fault of mine
If I seemed out of line for your tastes?
Your tastes I imagine them rotting away
Like your race car that rusts as you drive by in rude, grotesque knots of hatred
Knots that you untie
Spreading your unauthorized views
Whose life is it anyway
You yell my direction
Unleashing your egos
Negative, distorted
Abstract face