I'm done. I can not and will not put up with this....I believe that I am turning into my mother but I cannot deal with this.
You do nothing but yell at me, and complain. Then you turn around and the the same thing you yelled at me for doing.
You call me long enough to yell, tell me you love me and then say to call you back later. Is that even love? Was it ever love? ? How can you say that? How can you say you love me and then lie to my face? ? ?
I am done, I can't do it anymore...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.