Tell me again how I am stupid and naive

How I am destined to at least one day thieve

Of all the grades, awards, and recognitions I must achieve

And how most things adults say to me I misperceive

Tell me again of how important this age is

What might happen if I fail that one quiz

How everyone will look at me if my hair is slightly frizzed

Why I must be smart but never a wiz

Tell me again why money is worth more than passion

That I'd be more popular if I cared more about fashion

How, if I don't wear makeup, I look sick and ashen

And how I'll get fat if my food portions aren't rationed

Tell me again how I must learn to play the game

How none of my struggles compare to those you overcame

Why I need a specific direction in life in which to aim

Why I can't be proud of accomplishments that aren't otherwise acclaimed

Tell me again all these things that just bounce off my brain

You get so frustrated by how little I retain

Maybe one day you'll see why none of your ranting to me is sane

But until then, I'll just relax while you struggle in vain

As you try and try to tell me again