You’re not perfect, dad
So why should I be?
I’m a lost cause,
But that’s who you made me
I don’t fight back
I act just like a zombie
Because who you make me
Is not who I want to be
You push me around
Just like I’m nothing
You make me feel
Like I’m not worth something
I’m sorry
For being anything I wanna be
Why can’t you see
That you’re beating me down?
Isn’t it clear on my face,
That I only frown?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem