The Babysitter

Cry for me if you want but I'm not listening anymore
Soak your shirt with the salty wetness because of my words
Stand in disbelief at the audacity I posses to talk to you in the way I do
Allow your mind to race of all the nasty words you want to say to me
Squint your eyes as if to be burning a hole through my authority
Or......
Is it you that shouldn't be yelled at
Is it your parents who should be bearing these chains called rules
Is it your parents who have allowed you to possess no responsibility
Is it your parents who have created this small pile of human destruction
Is it your parents who have made excuses and reasons for your problems
Is it your parents who have made sure that discipline is a foreign language
Or.....
Was it your teacher, a.k.a. The Babysitter?