6 May 2012
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.
Angst-Filled Teen. • Opuss № I