It's the tablets that make me act this way
when I'm not in control of what I say.
I rant and rave and say such crazy things
unaware of the heartache that it brings.
Forgive me dear for I don't want to do
anything that causes heartache for you.
For you work so hard in caring for me;
and without you I don't know where I'd be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem