`Honor thy father and mother`
it is She who has given birth to me,
it is He who has worked to raise me,
it is They who have given me life and kept me alive.
I should be expressing my eternal gratitude,
My undying respect and sworn obedience,
yet what do I do?
Their kindness and love, I forsake,
Their faces, weary from working to support me, I curse at,
The loyalty, respect and gratitude they deserve, I forget.
I bury myself with guilt,
I don`t know how to ask forgiveness,
I find it hard to express my feelings with honesty.
I have at least filial piety,
Obligated by nature and by God,
to honor my parents.
Yet till now I always curse them when I don`t mean to,
I answer back before I stop my cursed mouth,
and I don`t give them to honor they deserve.
I am the worst daughter,
I have the best parents,
I cry myself to sleep.