To The Critics

I sit here and think about all this bullshit,
People telling me what to do in life and how I'm supposed to live it.
I hate how people take my life and try to live it for me,
Try to tell me who I am and what I'm supposed to be.
I live my life for me, not for you, her, or them,
So please, spare me the crap; it's not your job to condemn.
I didn't ask for your opinion, didn't ask for your contempt,
Because you sin just like I do, and you're not exempt.
Hold your tongue, because I didn't ask for your say,
Didn't ask for you to condemn me for how I live my life each day.
Bite your lip, because I don't want your opinion,
Don't want your beliefs thrown on me, just as a mention.
He that's without fault cast the first stone,
You've screwed up like me, so nothing ought to be thrown.
This is my life to live, and to me it was given,
So please back off mine, you got your own life to be livin'.
I didn't ask for your comment about my tastes,
Save your breath because criticizing me is a waste.
I'm going to be who I am until I run into death,
And I'm going to enjoy who I am with every single breath.
Just because you have a problem with who I am,
Doesn't mean that I should have a problem or give a damn.
Shouldn't matter to you whom I choose to give my ring,
If I'm doing me, you should be doing your own thing.
You can't come to me and tell me who and what I should love,
The only one to do that is the Lord up above,
And if He had a problem, I'd already be in the ground,
But He seems to love me anyway, so I'm still around.
You don't have the right to judge me, or even criticize,
Things will be easier once you realize,
That I like what I like, and I'm not going to amend what I do,
And if it's that much of a problem, make your exit, please and thank you.