Your opinion of me means nothing at all,
Before you try to stand you should really learn to crawl,
Try to push me, I’ll push harder,
Try to fight me, I’ll fight harder,
My will to live is stronger than yours,
So do your best, draw your swords,
Your words mean nothing, they cause no pain,
Tell me what’s it all for? What do you gain?
I have my family, I have my friends,
What do you have through those split ends?
Your opinion of me means nothing at all,
Your not there for me when I’m climbing the wall,
You don’t pay my bills, you don’t pay my rent,
You don’t give me money when mines all spent,
You’re not the one there to kiss me goodnight,
Or cuddle my kids when they’ve had a fright,
You don’t give me strength when I feel weak,
Or become my voice, when I can’t speak,
So you see your opinion means nothing at all,
And its you, not me, that’s playing the fool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem