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.