𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌𝐒 : 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒| ᏜᏕᏫᏐ

I make a boat,
You make a moat,
We go around in circles.
I make a plane,
You tie it down with a chain,
We lift off, but can't fly away.
I make a car,
You drive it into tar,
We get trapped again.
I make an apology,
You curse biology,
We have the same old one-sided 'conversation'.
I try my best,
You curse my attempts,
We know where this is going.
I cry,
You ask sarcastically, "Why?",
We'll never see eye to eye.
For that, should I be glad? Sad? Mad?
You'll never understand!
You'll never experience what you've put me through,
You'll never be abused.
You'll never be looked at this way —
Like you're nothing anyone'd be sad to lose.