why must we all fear our parents when they are upset?
they get us angry, they make us say things that we will later regret
they dont understand no matter how much they try
they keep us locked up, never giving us the chance to fly
it is they who have made us these monsters in which they can't bear
they are the ones who make us emotionless, they make us not care
they say we must change from our rebellious state
it is them who i truly hate
for they have made me this creature who i cannot stand
they have condemned me to this horrid land
i have no choice but to follow the path
i can never release my anger, i hold in my wrath
it is not pleasant to have no control
its as if i keep falling into this never ending hole
i have had enough of there cruel and manipulative ways
it is time for me to tell them no more, my voice i must raise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although my father can't do it anymore, my mother still, at times, tries to ruin my life. She causes me pain and at times she doesn't even realize it. I love your poem by the way.