Thu, 11/14/2013 - 10:10 -- JMorrin


It's not that i wanted to be late,

even i have troubles

and yet those trouble never mean a thing

to you.

If you can have time for your selves

why can't we?

We study,

We pay attention,

We do everything you ask.

And yet when our troubles come crumbling down,

you tell us to grin and beart it.

If I can't keep my life in control,

what make you think I can accomplish anything.

I don't want freedom

I want understanding,

I want to know that when I don't have the

ability to do something, you'll be there to help

not critisize

not to look down upon.

Can't we ask for that?


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