You don't own me - I'm not your atometon
a gadget, an app, with a selection of options.
Sit this way, stand up strait, fix your hair
a doll-like disaster in need of repair.
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The poem seems to be a teenager's expression of anger against parents' guidance and supervision. The title is apt, and the 'Poet's Notes' complement the title. The poem starts with a straight forward statement, and gradually tones down toward the end. From a 17 year old's point of view, the poem looks alright. We as parents, have had to deal with moods like this of our children.
'You rule my world - but I'm not a slave you can't prescribe every way I behave. You make some good points - I try - and I listen but it's hard to exist under klieg light inspection' - Lots of listening, bothways, will help, may I say!