Despite of good things you did
Here she is
Yelling at you as if your are no one
Yet talking to her so gently
Still she raises her voice
as if she's squeezing you down
With no respect and honor.
It's already late at night
You can't raise your voice as her.
Now you're on that dark corner
Crying because you haven't burst out your anger
And despite of crying and hatred
You're still praying to let God recover her from fever.