I don't like your attitude
The old fimiliar phrase
However when I hear it
...my heads in a daze
I don't listen
There are things on our minds
Parents don't understand
They ask whats wrong
our reply
'Nothing, im grand.'
They always seem to pick the wrong day
Sometimes I wish my mum would just ask
'How was your day? '
Yeah we know they love us
Do everything to help us
But our young minds are complex
Because we think too much
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem