It seems I can’t do anything right, so for that I cry all night. It’s like a game, in which I always get the blame. I sit and wonder all the time, to you, why is everything I do a crime? I do everything you tell me to, and when I want to be free, you lock the door. I have so many things to do, but I steadily ask you for more. You say you are ashamed of me, but how can that be. I love you with all my heart, now it’s time to make a new start.