Today I asked my Daddy to buy me shoes,
but then I changed my option of the pair!
He then screamed at me, saying I had bad views.
That had me crying, as I walked slowly upstair(s).

When my Mother heard my sobbing's sniffle(s),
she accused of me at being "just like a baby".
To me, her statement seemed like a riddle,
thinking it meant she thought I was crazy!

As I wept of short breath, slowly to my room,
I started to shake with my pounding heart.
It had me think I was doom(ed),
knowing I was just off the chart...