Disappointment.

I'm tired of living up to your expectations,
You've pushed me to my limitations,
You want me to act pretty in a dress,
I'd rather have a laugh and cause a mess.

I'm not you're second chance,
So don't throw at me your finance,
You hate my accent,
Say it's a constant source of embarrassment.

I'm happy as I am,
Eighteen and not pushing a pram,
There you go a stereotype teen I am not,
A decent state education I have got.

So you're for all the private schools,
And parties by the pool,
I turned out pretty good,
So stop dragging my mum's reputation through the mud.

Maybe I'm not one of the Oxbridge candidates,
I always have reliable mates,
We're not posh and we're certainly not rich,
That still doesn't give you the right to be such a bitch.

By the way I inked my skin,
I suppose that's a massive sin,
So just remember when this day is through,
I'll still be through with you.