How We Became "Rebellious Youth"

Is it so hard to believe.

That I'd just like to be,

With you.

No distractions,

Anger Infused cell phone calls,

Or lack of attentiveness...

And that I'd just like you to listen,

Like you did when I was little,

And I would cry and cry,

Refusing to tell you what was wrong for fear of 

Your shame filled glances.

But it was enough,

To cry...

And feel your soft arms 

Desperately trying to protect 

my already slaughtered heart...

And know,

There was nothing you could do..

That I would have let happen..

There was nothing you could say,

That I wouldn't have thrown back into your face again and again.

Because I am the rebellious youth,

Or so they say, repeatedly...

And I will live up to my calling.

I will break the heart of any

Mature audience trying to creep into my global world of haughtiness and 

purposeless vengeance.