Angst-Filled Teen.

Yes, Dad, I have hormones,
No, Mum, I'm not high,
And no, it's not a passing phase,
Just why would I lie?

Mum, I'm not a baby,
I don't 'play' any more,
I don't want milk and cookies,
I'm seventeen not four.

Please don't make a big deal,
You know you always do,
Even if it's just a scrape,
A scuffing of a shoe.

I didn't use 'that tone', Dad,
You're judgement's really bad,
And no, Mum, you can't always tell:
If I'm happy or I'm sad.

I'm just an angst-filled teenager,
Isn't that your luck?!
And you know what Mum and Dad?
I just don't give a... Damn.