You are a child, irresponsible beyond repair.

I am the adult, responsible, but no one cares.

Take a glance it seems vice versa.

Venture in discover the truth.

Fifteen and oh-so grownup.

Dinner, laundry, bills.

You should be taking care of business. Yet, I am.

I should have friends, a life, fun.

But, no.

Vice Versa.

Someday I'll be leaving this place without second glance.

"You have no skills what-so-ever."

Remember? That's what you said.

Well, guess what.

I do.

I've been taking care of you.