My Parents are Monsters

This is my world, welcome, I guess

Thanks to my parents, it's sort of a mess

They've been on edge, uh, stomping about

Try to approach them, they'll snarl or lash out

Sure, woo-hoo, I'm a princess

Still, my life's not ideal

There's a few flaws, mainly because

Both of my parents are monsters

Like actual monsters, for real

Only last year, things were less weird

Then out of nowhere, a darkness appeared

Suddenly, boom, something just burst

When it was over, my parents were cursed

As for how we can cure them

That's still under dispute

But it's been strange since the big change

Seeing my parents as monsters

Impossible monsters to boot

Now you may think that yours are high-strung

Thoughtless and rude

Overdramatic, erratic, conclude

Stubborn as mules, pains in the rear

But mine are so far past the line

That sometimes I could drastically swear

They're hardly aware I'm here

Such a sweet girl, such a hard lot

Still she's been coping despite you know what

Never complains

Never upset

Under that smile though she's struggling, I'll bet

She's a calm and mature one

While her folks go berserk

Having their backs

Hiding their tracks

Knowing her parents are monsters

And covering for monsters, it's work

And meanwhile there were papers to sign

Troops to inspect

Meetings galore to restore what's been wrecked

People to help, laws to decree

And true, there's tons I'd rather do

But someone's gotta answer the call

And someone is always me

It would be nice for just a day

To deal with parents who are bossy or nosy

Strict would be fine, annoying? Sure, okay

But all that mine do for me is pretty much ignore me

And let me say it's the worst, anyway

This is my life, it has been all year

Under a shadow that won't disappear

Everyone's tense, tempers are high

But I've been dealing, well, least ways I try

It's my job to stay hopeful till we're through this somehow

Frankly, I know that even though they are behaving like monsters

Angry and wild, easily riled, gritting and braving like monsters

Somewhere inside, under that hide, those are my parents, not monsters

I'm sure they're not monsters

I know they're not monsters

But boy, are they monsters

Right now