What makes you think..
That when I'm upset I want you all over me?
That when I'm upset..
The things I put up with usually..
Will be dealt with today?
What makes you think..
That when I publicize my incontent,
I'll make an exception of sad actions for you,
When I feel like I'm dying inside,
And you walk off because..
Of saddened movements away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem