The Cycles of Parenting

You're cursing me out about common courtesy.
Too mad to laugh about the irony.
Every week it's another little thing,
That causes you to go insane.

Later you give me money as a sorry,
God forbid, you actually talk to me.
You yell when I'm not ready yet,
To simply shrug it off and forget.

You never taught me how to behave,
Nothing with you is ever the same,
I've raised myself since age eight,
Your so-called "discipline" is a little late.

Hiding in my room, I'm thinking,
How often you scream about the small things.
This is the last straw, I know,
Soon I'll find a better place to go.