The One True Path

I insist on paths less traveled. You don't disguise you're bothered.

You push a family and career, push “breadwinner,” and “father.”

You speak normal, and average, and orthodoxy.

You'd have me live like the sitcoms you watch on TV,

But that life's not for everyone; that's why not everybody lives it.

For me, normal waits in line, not on the pedestal you give it.

Your benevolent pushing me into the “right way to live”

Ignores that I don't believe that such a thing exists.

I understand that it's your care for me that's leaving us both sore,

But I won't tolerate any more.