I’m going to marry a
lovely man I met here.
However, my mother
thinks it’s a bad idea.

I promise her this will work.
She said I am just a child.
I’ll be twenty one
this year. I’m not a baby.

She treats us like we’re dumb
for being in love. I’m tired
of these pills and rules.

The psychiatrist thinks
that I’m not normal.
But he is the one who’s crazy.