When known in advance each remark will be
met with an icy stare, all requests regarded
suspiciously and interactions fraught with a
danger of incomprehension – how does one
prepare to face a well-meaning bully
How does one prepare to be silent, speaking
only, in the circumstances, when essential; it
doesn’t matter how I try to prepare, it wont
lift my mood – my favourite program wasn’t
on yesterday to satisfy my need for escape
An episode of Men Behaving Badly worsened
my depression this morning, I feel like running
away to a place of great expectations; it is all
that is left, my illusions of getting along with
a bully have been shattered
I cannot put the picture together again…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem