I am an angry,
wigging out, bitter
little pill with
bile simmering
just below the
surface most
of the time.
I am able to hide
bitterness quite well.
I have a lot of resentment
directed at a lot of people
for a lot of different reasons.
My failure to love
my fellow men and women
as Jesus loved me,
is the main stumbling
block to my salvation.
(If someone tells you openly
like this, respect this person,
because he or she is a sincere person.
There is God living in him or her.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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These words I read with great interest and thought. For I have a little in me. Great poem. Thank You