When I do good...

nobody remember...

nothing worth to me...

even a simple praise...

When I do bad...

You blame everything on me...

A son cant get his rest...

A son must do what you tell...

A son not even need a proper free time for himself...

this is home?

this is a building...

or a house...

or a office...

A place i earn money...

A place where the foods are, where my bed is...

I am just a high paid worker.

What I feel right now...just right now