Can You Find Your Way Out, Alone

It is not alright...
To do as you please.
Because you are grown.
And I am not your daddy.

No.
It is not alright...
To disrespect me,
In front of your friends.
And you expect me to say nothing,
But sit and grin.

It's not alright...
To come home late.
After what you describe,
As a 'dinner' date.
And then within my listening distance...
Mumble under your breath,
About your feeling trapped.
And you wish to seek an end.

Guess what?
I wouldn't want you to go through,
More of that.

I'll take back my car keys.
The house keys.
My credit cards too!
Now...
You can just leave.

There is one thing I 'can' say about you...
I would never accuse you of being a fool.
You have a way of making those announcements,
Yourself.

Should I show you where to exit?
Or can you find your way out,
Alone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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