Everyday it’s a struggle
with expectations so high.
Yet you still grumble
“That won’t get you by.”
I’m tired of reaching
Seems like I'm getting no where
but daddy keeps preaching
“No one said life’s fair”
So I keep reaching
but there’s still doubt.
(He keeps screeching.)
But I give up with a pout.
Now he’s disappointed,
can’t look me in the face.
Feeling guilty, I ask myself
“How could you? ” in disgrace.
Home no longer the same,
Tension all around,
Driving me insane
but I am still homebound.
Hey Chani, I love this poem, its so great...and so true, you have such a way with your writing and you inspire me SOOOO much. Please keep writing as you do now...from your heart! ! ! ! - Alicia
Its hard to be you when you are constrained by your environment... Alison
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I would like to translate this poem
If you are young...what kind of writer will you be when you are old? Excellent writing...thank you.