To Whom it May Concern

To whom it may concern (you know who you are),

I'm tired of you always telling me what to do.

You think

you're so smart.

And I'm just a dumb collection of muscles and bones.

I'm tired

Always doing what you tell me to do.

I can't anymore. I need you to take care of me.

You won't like the consequences if you continue to ignore me.

We are a team,

we should be, at least, helping each other.

Not a boss and an underling.

You do not understand me,

because you do not want to.

You only hear what you think I should be saying,

only see what you want to see.

Always ready to speak, but never hear.

Here's your chance.

Your last chance.

You need to let me have a say in how things are.

I struggled, marching forward, looking happy enough.

Trying to keep it together. Keep us together.

Unsure. Unsteady. Unready.

You saw only the forward movement, never questioning 

if I was even moving in the direction we should be going.

"Go down this path. It will take you where you need to go."

You told me over

And over. But how the hell did you know where I needed to go?

You didn't. You still don't.

Everyone thinks they know what's best for everyone else.

They don't.

I need more sleep. We can't keep going like this.

I don't want to be broken down on the side of your road.

You need to take care of me. I can't carry you anymore.

Help me.

Take care of me. Please.

You forget that we're in this together.

You will suffer if I'm not well.

Why can't you see that?

Why does my health and happiness not matter to you?

You're supposed to be the smart one.

Don't ignore my last warning.

Yours truly,

Your body