A Poem from a Pissy Seventeen Year Old

I'm over people whining about their made up emotions,
broken devotions,
"cynical outlooks on life"
or crying enough to form oceans.
Their "Destructive love" from their inability to stay faithful,
blaming everyone around them for acting so hateful.
I'm sick of starry- eyed descriptions,
you're not as glorious as you think.
I'm sick of over-exaggeration and a life balancing on the brink.
I'm sick of outcomes made unfair, lies for attention.
I'm tired of you ruining lives, if I haven't yet mentioned.
I'm over your pathetic excuse, "My mommy's to blame."
Honey, she was a slut, but you didn't have to turn out the same.