I always get my own way,
But always with a price to pay.
Like a worm coming to the surface,
Even though the birds are waiting.
I used to be loved by many,
Now I'm hated by most.
All because I always get my own way,
But always with a price to pay.
People just don't realise,
They are lucky for what they have.
Some don't have a family or a home,
Because they had to pay the price,
For always getting their own way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem