Oh hell, teenager,
You use hormonal claws
To hurt us every day.
From afternoon waking,
The words you spit
Make me feel shit.
If looks could kill,
Yours would torture me first
And worst,
You turn all I do
(Meant only as care)
To bitter despair.
But here it is:
Until the dark creases
Of hormones and adjustments ceases
And you're human,
Your disrespect
Won't enrage me
Your embarrassment
Upstage me
Your selfishness abhor me
Your distance 'locked door' me
Your spite alienate me
And though you may hate me
I will be relentlessly
Here.
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