The Hole in the Wall

Parents. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. They tell you what to do, make you clean your room, do chores, take away your things, ground you. When did anyone say that parents write the rules? Where is it written that parents are the ones that are the boss? Why can't we decide what's good for us?
CRASH!!!!!!!!
What was that, I asked puzzled going out into the kitchen where I found shards of glass covering the floor, can I help?
Do what's best for you and get out, dad screamed.
BOOM!!!!!!!!!
What was that, I asked puzzled going towards the bathroom where I found pieces of the wall covering the floor, can I help?
Do what's best for you and get out, dad screamed.
THUMP!!!!!!!!
What was that, I asked puzzled going towards the living room where I found pieces of the ceramic bowl covering the floor, can I help?
Do what's best for you and get out, dad screamed.
Since when do I not know what is best for me? Since when do you know me better than I know myself? The thoughts race through my head a mile a minute every time. I know me. I know what is best for me. I know not to go out and do drugs and smoke and drink alcohol. I know not to screw up my life like that. I know not to put myself in situations where I shouldn't be. I know how to run my life and stay safe! Why doesn't anyone think that teenagers can handle themselves?! Maybe some other stupid teen went and got drunk and got behind the wheel and drove to his and an innocent family's not me! I am me. I am not every other stupid teenager.