How dare you say that to me?

I'm immature? I'm a kid? Really? Well, Mom. If you've forgotten, I am sixteen. No wait, you have forgotten. You told people I was 15. My birthday just passed. Thanks. I am a kid, if you've forgotten that too. But I also have my own perspective. I'm not always going to agree with you. You're not always going to agree with me. I have my own way of thinking. Stop trying to force your mentality on me. But you also don't know the way I think. You were a teenager once.. Why can't you recall those moments when you were dead tired after coming home from school? Why can't you realize that sometimes I would just like to relax after a long day? Stop yelling at me for random things I didn't do. Listen to me for once. You always ignore me whenever I ask you something. I hardly ever complain about you but it's seriously building up. You never listen when I'm actually talking about something important. This is why I don't invite you to my banquets. You've never wanted to go before. Why would you want to go now? I don't bother asking you to come to my meets because you never want to come support me. You don't support me in anything I do. You don't ask me about my life. You don't ask me what I like. You don't talk to me about my life. And you know what? It hurts. Don't tell me I'm acting immature. You don't know me as well as you think. Did you know that all this has been building up inside of me? Don't compare me to dad because I am not like him. Yes I may be his daughter but that does not mean I get my bad temper from him. I get it from you. You're the one who has been influencing me to act in such a way. I take after you. Not dad. All you know is my anger because that's the only thing you bring out in me. I don't like the person I am when I'm around you. You always push my buttons. All the time. And you do it so well. I just want you to listen to me for once. That's all.