(Old Chinese Saying) Kind mother produced failed son
Look at how garbage I am
A drug-abuse under 24/7 surveillance
Not like my friends, I don't come from broken family
I was well-loved by dad, mom and granny
Well taken care of by mother especially
Loved so much, till it turned to be pampered
Worse, my mistakes were also covered
Well, you may ask how did it matter
Mom employed a maid and said "she's just for you"
I couldn't tie my shoe lace till I leave primary school
Someone had to dress me up for the school
In the middle of four walls, I recall
All the time, I drink and I do drug
I am sad, I do drug
I am happy, I do drug
I am angry, I do drug
Drug abuse, was that what mom wanted to see?
Garbage, was that what mom prepared me to be?
I wonder what Mom really wanted me to be.
Compare the successful sons and a failed one like me
Now I wish Mom could have less loved me
Keep the old way, you could even beat if necessary
Mom, love me less please
The paradox of insular language
1 year ago
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