You remember there was such a time,
When disobeying was such a crime.
And now I'm all grown up, just like you wanted
But there's that thing I do that leaves you in the night, taunted
I try to be good and fair and true
But my voice of reason is never there for you
That moment when I get angry, sad or scared
It leaves me breathless, weak, and teared
I look at my wrists, in envy of my past
How flippantly I cut,
Never knowing which would be my last
And then there's that thing
That makes my crazy side sing
The thing you do that pisses me off
Is not a lie, a joke or a scoff
It's the inconsistency that you do
Which drives me to hate, and hate you
It's the changing of your mind
That makes mine so resistantly kind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem