Saturday, July 17, 2004

The Struggles of Pre-teendom (Part I)

At eleven I act five
I wish my breast were alive
I think I deserve to be seventeen
Give me independence
Don't be so mean

When I am there
I can declare I am free to be me
When I am there
He is not here
And I can worry only about me

My parents are dorks
One brother is a jerk
The other a pain
My sister is adorable
But only when we are playing

I hear them say I am smart
Which means I am special
So I mouth off alot
It is what adults do
And I have to be as responsible as you