Saturating the myth of togetherness with lies,
anticipating the joy which will not continue to be.
Constant reminders of habitual abuse are ever
present - existing solely to undermine life.
Tell-tale hints of low self-esteem and self-worth
are beacons for underlying causes of abuse.
Treading daily on thin ice, always thinking twice,
never acting upon a choice, afraid of making a
move for fear of an angry retaliation.
Living like this is not worth the existence found
within.
Acting out a lie of love and harmony does not
change a thing as life continues to be lived in hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem