(Author's note: a short bit of something inspired by someone. At least, the specific subject-matter is that way; I've always thought it was rather amusing the game that we teenagers play. Yes, I said WE teenagers – so if I'm not offended, how can you be? Enjoy! ~not Ross)

Blame Game

I am a teenager. I am independent! No one can tell me what to do! Just try to get me to do something. I don't need your help. I don't want your help. I'll do it myself. I'm supposed to be getting away from you, Mom. I'm responsible now. Anything you can do, I can do better (can you hear the song?) – because I am a teenager.

Lately, I'm doing really badly in school. I bet it's Mark Zuckerberg's fault. You know, he invented Facebook, and I just can't get away from that dang website! It sucks me in. I'll be dutifully working on homework, just like any fine citizen, and suddenly I'm on Facebook! For the next four hours! It's really annoying. All my friends have the same problem. I want these websites taken down; no one my age can handle them. Who can I talk to?

I am a teenager; I am independent. I am a teenager; I am independent. I am a teenager; I am independent. I am a teenager; I am independent. I am a teenager; I am independent…