Yes ma'am, No ma'am
Yes sir, No sir
Manners drilled in me since birth.
Sick of always being polite,
Instead of saying what I think.
Tired of always saying, "yes, "
When do I get to say, "No, "?
I want to say,
"I don't wanna be pushed around.
You're not the boss of me anymore! "
Don't wanna walk on egg shells any longer
Because my mind can take no more.
I wish I could say I was done with you.
But every time I say those words,
I end up right back where I started...
Stuck in hell with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem