DOH!

DOH!

Why did I say that I didn't want to be born?
What was the point, and what was it for?
Why did I trust my best m8 when she,
Said she was sorry to gullible me?
Why did I think it would always be the same?
And why did I think things would never change?
I think I was stupid, I think I was dumb,
Grandma Alice would curse the young,
When my parents would tell her,
(She's their agony aunt),
They'd tell her to solve the ME problem,
And she'd tell them she can't.
I am the problem,
The BIG FAT mouth,
The gullible heart and that part,
In my head,
That trusts everyone on the street,
Everyone I meet,
Except the dead.
I really am a nice person.
I really am quite glad.
To have and have had.
The parents I have/own/embarassingly...
LOVE!
P.S...Grandma Alice, if you do understand, don't tell mum or dad. It's
a surprise.