Dear Mother,
I know i'm not perfect
I know i'm a pain
Its cause i'm a teenager
Its in my DNA.
But for all the things
that go against my favor
i like to think i manage (ish)
to control my behaviour.
My bedrooms such a mess
you called it 'the swamp'
i really have to protest;
Its perfectly habitable, I dont need any pomp.
My grades are not to be sniffed at
My teacher's happy, why not you?
I got the GCSE scores you wanted. No?
What more am i supposed to do?
Amid this life of bustle
you only use negation
encouragement once in a while
would not hurt your reputation.
But its not so bad. I can deal.
I mean, You're sorta like a pal.
But remember one thing if you will.
Friends knock before they enter my room.
Its called RESPECT!
So what's your rational?
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