Ode to ***ed Up Parents

You leave me to fend for myself,
You make fun of my style.
For eight fucking years I've put up with your bullshit.

Now that I can finally say something against you,
I will.

Fuck you and your terrible parenting skills.
Almost every Friday night I come home stoned and you don't even notice,
But before, when I would swipe your pain killers,
You'd fucking jump my ass like I was stealing money from you.
I'm not a virgin anymore and you don't even fucking know.
You want to know why?
It's because you don't and never have taken the iniative to ask,
Or to wonder where I went for almost an hour with my boyfriend,
Under you supervision.
So yes,
You're 'Oh-so-perfect fifteen-year-old daughter has turned,
Turned against your every wish and desire of who you wanted her to be.
So here's to you mom and dad,
For making my life so fucked up,
For not caring about me,
Not noticing the gut-wrenching slits on my wrists,
For making fun of my black skinny jeans with studs,
For making fun of my black and red shaggy, long bangged hair.

You made me the monster that I am today.
And for that,
I could never thank you enough,
Because you've opened my eyes to a whole different side of you.
The shittiest side I've ever seen in parents,
Even shittier than the parents on TV.
So I hope that you're happy,
Because I guess I am,
I'm just not happy with the parents I got.