Today's Panic Attack

This sad poem is in ABAB form. It has 100 words, as my other works do too.

Today I asked my Daddy to buy new shoes,

but then I changed my option on two pairs.

He then yelled at me, saying I had bad views.

That had me crying, as I walked slowly upstairs.

When my Mother heard my sobbing's sniffles,

she accused of me of being "just like a baby"

To me, her statement seemed like a riddle,

as that would mean she think I am crazy.

As I wept of short breath, slowly to my room,

I started to shake, with my pounding heart.

It had me think I was doom(ed),

since I seem never smart.