Its Friday morning and
all i hear is screaming.
screaming, screaming
screaming it just wont
stop then the next thing
you know your screaming
to because everyone
else is.The things you
want or wish to happen
will never go your way
because all they care
about doing is tellg you
what to do.
BECAUSE THE THINK IT ALWAYS GOES THEIR WAY!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem