I wish I'd never had been born i said,
My father said why don't you ever use your head.
I'm just a teenager thats what i am,
My mother sat with her head in her hands.
Parents they just don't understand,
they like to think they do.
I'm a stressed out fashion victim,
with standards to reach to.
Your to young to be in love,
my father stressed at me.
Whats it matter to you i said,
how do you know how i feel?
They like to think they know it all.
They try to run my life.
But all they do is moan and whine,
and cause me nothing but strife.
Jenna Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stressed-out-fashion-victim/
