Sick and tired
Of being prosecuted
Because of who I am
Moments pass and I am lost
Without a grain of sand
I share a small window
Of who I might become
And then am cast aside
As if nothing but gum
You say to be yourslef
But what good is that
When all you can do
Is talk about me
You say to treat others
The way you want to be treated
Howcome you never do that?
It’s like one rule for you
One rule for me
That’s not how its gonna be
Not between you and me
Your supposed to love me
Supposed to care
You just think the same as everyone else
Why the hell is she here?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just read this poem of yours. It's beautiful. 'It’s like one rule for you One rule for me That’s not how its gonna be' - That's true, shouldn't be!