It’s just not fair,
I beat the ground,
Tear out my hair,
Everytime you turn around,
Living large,
They’ve got it all,
They always take charge,
I want them to trip and fall,
With a push comes a shove,
I curl up and cry,
I’d give all my love,
But I just want to die,
They’re such snobs,
I make a wish on a star,
I wish they were big ugly blobs,
I want to hit them with a car,
Nobody can understand,
The life I want to live,
Someone please lend me a hand,
All I do is give, give, give,
Don’t you all see,
I’m not half bad,
What I am is me,
You just make me mad,
Give me a break,
You’re so cheap,
All you do is take,
I’d love to put you to sleep,
Get a life,
Don’t you have someplace to be,
Someone get me a knife,
I have the urge to stab you in the knee,
You know you’re kind of cool,
We could be friends,
I’m such a fool,
My anger and jealousy ends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'' Someone get me a knife, / I have the urge to stab you in the knee, '' '' I don't really know why I wrote this.: \ '' :) well, Molly, sometimes we need to release the anxiety and anger related to the difficulties of life.. Writing a poem is a very good way to get it.. it is safe for us and for those who did us an injustice.. ;) Keep on writing and posting! Cheers