No Kind of Advice

For god's sake
My sake
Can't you see that
When you say you want to help me
You're really just thinking of you
And who you want me to be?
I'm so sick of you saying
What special traits I need
But then also saying
To be free
To be me.
And then you tell me I'll succeed
Just cuz I can do this or that
But woe is me
If I don't focus on the boring
The annoying
Then I will be the biggest failure.
And I'm sick of your conflicting wording
Cuz you can't seem to decide
On the message
You wanna give me.
Well listen.
I won't lie to you.
It bugs me.
So I wish you would decide,
just make up your mind already
So you can leave me be!