You are mad at me for what I'am
Who I have become
I don't know how to make you happy
Everything I do is wrong to you
Why can you just love me?
Why do you always critcize me?
I hate it when you walk into the room and give me looks of hate
When all we ever do is just debate
I never loved you
You always tortured me
And guess what...
I balme you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem