Rebel Child

Taking wide turns,
because I'm stumbling.
My eyes, stern on my phone.
I wouldn't want to fumble it.

Parents, concerned I'm mumbling.
Eyes burn, they can tell I'm lit, I'm sure of it.
Can't lie for shit.

I see, as they try to decipher it.
Arms crossed, eyes are squinted.
I wish my glasses were tinted.

Now I'm a guilty defendant,
facing imminent sentencing.
Remind myself of discrepancy,
while they lecture me.

One day I'll be a man,
and make my own decisions.
Hopefully, I don't wind up
lonely in prison.