Why do you get upset

Over the littlest things?

If just one thing is out of place,

If just one thing isn't done right,

Then suddenly we're in the wrong.

Why does it seem that every time you're upset,

You take it out on us?

I know you say that you try not to do that,

But you seem to be doing a pretty bad job to me.

I know you're the parents,

And we're the kids,

But do you really have to treat us like that?

Like the only thing we're good for is to annoy you?

Like we can't do anything to please you?

I bet you don't even realize

That every time you lecture me

Every time you look at me angrily, disapprovingly,

It hurts something in me.

It breaks me apart

Little by little,

Piece by piece.

And I don't think there's any way to fix me.