Teenage Hell

She screams “Fuck you!”
As a black shoe
Hits the bedroom door
In an impotent blast of fury.

I inwardly seethe
Hoping for a reprieve
From the Hell that is
My teenage daughter.

She flounces out
With one final shout
Of venom, vitriol
And hatred.

I wish we could be friends
But the warfare never ends
She doesn’t want my love
Just my clothes, cash and make-up.

Her moods are like the weather
I doubt she’ll ever
Change.

But I still love her
Whether
Or not
She ever
Changes.