Don’t you just love it?
How parents are so controlling
How they think that they’re always right
Telling you how to live
How long you can stay
How to think
Always think that they know you
Through and through
Better than you know yourself
What they don’t know
Is your pains and fears
How far they drive you
To the knife
To the end
Of your life
Wouldn’t you just love it?
If they knew
They killed you
That they are the reason
You were dead inside
Never lived
The reason
That you finally took control
And your life
~2010~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There was a lot of anger there, but I don't blame you. I understand how it can get, and I don't at all disagree with what you are saying. I'm glad that you decided to take control of your life. You don't hafta read it or anything, but this reminds me a lot of my poem 'Paint Our Blood'. It has basically the same subject matter as your poem. Good write!