Oh boy I'm mad now. [Insert angry retort]

I notice you

Yeah they even tag you and everything. You're as charming as mold on bread

I worry about you. A lot. I go out of the house and I worry about you the way I worry about leaving the stove on. Did I? Should be fine. If I did it might set the house on fire. It might randomly do that by accident even if I did leave it off.

Yet, you open your mouth all the time. Like this morning when you proceeded to blame me for your problems. It's like those ABC noodles, but instead of it being one of your siblings spell F U in the leftover letters, it's just you saying nonsense.

Now you're a teenager with the musk of angst and mandatory bedroom jokes because they think it's hilarious.

If I was 5 I'd just eat glue and throw a piece of paper at you with my glue hands

Yeah cause I'm holding up a mirror and you see your reflection

You know you don't make me question your sanity. As much as you make me question my own

Apparently I am here now too.