I do not like it when people quarrel
My mother and father do it each night
I lie in bed, pretending I am asleep
My mother looks back, I'm not peeping back
Often I wish I didn't live in this location
I'm a little girl who is just terrified
I put a huge smile on when I go to school
I pretend that things are all right and it works a bit.
And there are times when I'm incredibly depressed
Then I was called names and told I was mistaken
Then I cover myself together and cover my embarrassment
Since I don't know who to blame for
I am afraid friends will come to play
I never dare to ask if my friends are allowed to stay
Since I don't know when to launch them
I am just a little girl who wants to be intellectual
The broken pots, the screaming, the yelling.
