I have this problem
It bothers me extremely
It suits me like an animal,
That I take on a walk
It makes me interesting
The people are curious
What's with the problem?
How will it go on?
I need my problem
To escape others,
I unfold it with delight
And talk myself out of it,
I describe it colorful
And everyone instantly yells
"What is the poor thing going through?"
Go away with your solution
It would be my problem's death
Now let me keep talking
It is my problem after all
and not your problem
I feel this pain
In my head and in my heart
Of which I complain silently
When I don't know any further
I wrap myself into my song
Like into a long dress
And everyone is watching
"Oh, gee, she suffers lots"
I wail my pain
So sad towards the sky
Ruin my face with tears
That's a fine trick
Before I get caught
As I lie
And betray someone