I took for granted

That is an old poem Written by Aldo Kraas

I am so sorry my father

That I took for granted

My health every single day

I know that I have a mental illness

That should be important for me

To take care of it

I am so sorry that I am also

Taking my sleep for granted

And I must tell you father

That I only sleep a few hours a day

And I know that is a bad thing that

I am doing it

I took my anger for granted

And when I get angry

I lose very fast control of my

Anger