i am seventeen
my dad is thirty-five
so is my mother
do the math
my mother is nuts
and my dad is me
or i am my dad
i'm not really fond of either
neither seems to know me
but both will say they do
in fact
mother thinks she knows me better than i do
she loves to tell me how i feel
she loves to tell me how i am
she loves to tell me who i am
and who i ought to be
my dad isn't as bad
he's just grasping at the past
the past where i tried my best
my best to get his attention
my best to get his love
he's stuck holding onto thirteen
i'm sorry
but i am simply me
myself
and apparently everyone else