When I was your age, I was just like you. Teenagers don't want to admit that their parents were once young and maybe even cool... I went through the same things you're going through -- Hard to believe, huh? My friends and I dealt with the harsh realities of sex, pregnancy, drugs, violence, suicide, murder, abortion, and parents who were just too old and stupid to understand what we were going through. Don't say that it was any easier back then. The problems were different, but no easier. I cried my eyes out at night because my parents, like yours, would never talk to me and didn't take me and my pain seriously. Or so I thought. Now that it is too late to talk to my parents, I realize that the problem wasn't them -- it was me. It is you.
Reason for writing:
Julie's poem hit home. I'm not really old -- I'm just barely out of my teen years myself. I am just so tired of hearing teenagers blaming all their problems on other people.
Birth sign: Cancer
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