That were too young?
That its too long?
That my life has just begun, and there's no reason I should be so deeply commited
to someone who might just be the wrong one, the odd one,
the one who might break me like glass, spill me, end me?
I know what I want, and it isn't your opinion.
I'm seventeen, I haven't finished my timeline,
but your time has expired.
You do not dictate how it is that this story plays out.