Teens poem

Yes , I know. Does he really know? Yes, I understand. Does he really understand? Who is he? Always angry and sad. Shouting at his dad. He said once to me. Mother, listen to me. Mother, look at me. understand me. I am not you. I am not him. I am sixteen. I am a teen. I speak differently. I act differently. I think differently. Then, I told him: Son, listen to me, Son, understand me, I love you as you are. I love you as you are. khaula