She wonders why we back off?
She encourage us to do what we want,
but she sends us down a gilt trip.
She gets ticked off when we pick the wrong thing,
like she thinks that we are perfect of something.
Wishing that shw ould back off sometime,
but she never will.
Thinking about getting away from her,
but I know that I wouldn't be able to servive.
So I just wait here, until I know that I could survive,
Then I am out....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem