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