

The Peril of the ParentTension flowing through your brain Your defiant struggles are their gain Not content with the way you've been Your current achievements go unseen A comment, a question, a nag and demand You're at their service, never in command. Ponder to yourself, Is this a teenage mood? Or just a hell of a battle, a constant feud? Look at yourself, you're their product of two With admirable qualities, but they never knew To dwell on such thoughts is not kind to the head It leaves you broken, yearning for bed You wish they'd just see you're ok Leave you to your own devices anThe Peril of the Parent
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