When something happens l don’t want,
And all because of me,
I start to yell, and scream and pant,
Because l did not see.
And no one knows my anger is
For hurt inside of me.
But, maybe father, and maybe mother,
Will look with seeing eye,
And tell me what l know to be,
So real, that I can cry.
And when I’ve gone and cried a ton
Some happy knowledge l’ll have won.