Stressed Out Fashion Victim. Poem by Jenna Johnson

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.