Teenagers

We're immature and foolish
We're lost in our own world
We answer back, despite being told

We moan and groan about work
And we like to go berserk
Freaking out about our hair
Oh yes we've had a good share
But still it frizzes!

We smile and cry
And of course lie
We run and hide -
When trouble is in our path

Parents, they don't understand!
They seem to have our whole future planned
How frustrating to be told
No matter how old
"You are a child"