Another poem

I can deal with hissy fits
Yelling, screaming, stuff like that.
I can deal with whining a lot
About stuff that really doesn't matter.
But there's something in the voice,
How demanding, just to say,
"You better give it to me NOW!
I want it NOW!"
There's something stupid about it.
Everyone can act like a spoiled brat,
But not all the time.
I can handle anything,
I always used to say
But what I can't handle is screaming things
That were never meant to say.
You got what you wanted,
Isn't that enough?
What more can you ask for?
You have enough stuff!
Greedy, selfish, conceited dreams
Drive me off the wall.
Why can't well all just accept what we're given
Instead of demanding more?
Small children have to learn
That life does not revolve around them.
If no one shows you that,
If you're pampered since you were young,
Given anything you wanted,
And have all the attention on you,
Then you are gonna be one miserable,
Screaming, ungreatful, selfish,
Unhappy, conceited, spoiled
BRAT when you get older.