Parents
By Kritter
Can't they understand, It wasn't my fault. They just stare at me, And tell me what I did wrong, When nothing was even done! Voices are raised, Punches are thrown, Can't fight back. I should hold my tongue, But for what? The loss of pride? I'd die before I lose that. So on I go, To try and explain, But it's like talking to a wall, A wall of thorns. Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 10:41 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Can't they understand,..."