Why do I bother to pretend,
When I know its got to end?
But there's things they can't know;
Things I can't let go.
I'm not afraid-
I just haven't always obeyed-
some how I strayed.
They taught me whats right,
And who was I to fight.
Then I go and do what's wrong;
II've been doing it for so long
Maybe I'm just not good enough
But i think they've mixed up their stuff
They need to forgive and forget
Then I'll tell them... when I know they won't get upset
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Parents are many times well-meaning, but they are human too and they make mistakes. Thanks for sharing.