I come to school expecting nothing interesting,
But of course,
I open the door,
And drama is thrown into my face.
It's bad already,
That I have to deal with my own drama in my life,
But now I have to worry about everyone else.
It's a current complication,
And it takes over my being.
You cry on my shoulder and I don't know what to do.
I try my best to comfort you,
But you just melt in my arms.
It's so hard,
To solve these,
Little complications.
You expect me to wave my magic wand,
And all your problems will be fixed.
But I'm not your fairy god-mother,
I can only sympathize with you.
I sigh in defeat,
As your problems drag me down with you.
I hate solving these stupid,
Irrelevant,
Complications.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem