Liberty to privacy I accord them
averting my curious eyes
from even their dumbest pranks
yet they dig without apology
into every detail of my symphony
quizzing my every move
suspecting my truest muse
doubting my capabilities
prying into my privacy
demeaning my capabilities
and down rating my abilities.

My tolerance I spend
like the currency of love
until I'm drained, strained and spent.
Why do I get spied in return?

I'm pained;
the freedom I give them
has me trapped in the jail
of the fault-finders
who thinks I'm no good compared to their better.