Do not criticize my life.
You've only heard stories.
You've never witnessed the moment,
Never felt the push or pull.
Maybe I've made mistakes,
but I did it without guidance.
You've never been asked,
the questions I have.
Never been forced
to make my choices.
You just don't know,
and fail to comprehend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the passion in this poem...you can really feel the frustration. Reminds me of the relationship I have with my mother. Sincerely, Mary