Just cos i wear black,
doesn't mean im black inside...
But the criticism your giving me,
is making me want to hide....
can't you see your hurting me?
can't you see my pain?
Can't you see my tears aren't just droplets?
But a huge storm of rain! !
I don't like they way your putting me down,
i will stand for it no more,
but standing up to you is the hardest thing,
when you have me crippled on the floor!
i can't stand to hear your voice,
i can't stand to hear your name,
i can't stand your criticism,
and this stupid little game! ! ! !
you bring a whole new meaning to hate!
for i hate you so much!
and every time you see me cringe,
it's becos of your unwanted touch! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good on you! tose ppl sound as lovable as an angry bull on heat! Great poem though. I love it.