Twota
07-27-2011, 06:41 PM
In a sense
of responsibility,
you suppress
my freedom,
in the shadow
of protection,
you oft kill
the fun,
under the mask
of love,
you constantly
punish me.
I succumb to
your unjust will,
but you call me
ungrateful
and insolent,
for I don't smile
to your frowny
shouting face.
You ask me why-
why do I hate you?
well, mother..
I really don't
or may be can't,
but I ask myself,
why can't I?
of responsibility,
you suppress
my freedom,
in the shadow
of protection,
you oft kill
the fun,
under the mask
of love,
you constantly
punish me.
I succumb to
your unjust will,
but you call me
ungrateful
and insolent,
for I don't smile
to your frowny
shouting face.
You ask me why-
why do I hate you?
well, mother..
I really don't
or may be can't,
but I ask myself,
why can't I?