For all the days you spoilt for me
For all the days you marred
You owe me good days in return
For making life so hard
For all the times that should have been joyous
The times you turned to sorrow
For all the days I spent in dread
Looking towards tomorrow
For all the evenings that should have been normal
But when you brought fear in the night
When I recoiled and had to retreat
You squealed with cruel delight
But despite everything you plotted
Despite your puerile grin
I still have my sense of humour
So you lose - I win
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem