Call Me Selfish...

Call Me Selfish...

The day,
my room,
nic fit,
stress,
sleepy,
whatever.
I wanna go out,
it's mother's day.
Shit
that sucks.
Sure I love her,
but damn
she has a birthday.
I mean
c'mon
it's some freaking flowers
and a poem,
I would write her a poem whenever,
God knows she deserves it,
she never asks.
Dads a dick too,
twenty-four years
and I know her
better than him,
now that's crap.

It's after prom
I wanna be with
That girl,
not the one I see every day.
I'm seventeen
stereotype me
it'll be true:
I'm right,
restless,
and horny.
Fuck mother's day.
When's my day?