Whenever I think of my family
I think of others who have none
And though I suppose I should be grateful
I feel that I understand their pain
My parents’s pain
Of the son they never had
Of the son they used to love
Of the son they wanted me to be
Of dissapointment
In the darkness of nights
That echo with resounding clearness
My thoughts and emotion betray my face
And these sentimetns reveal dissapointment
I wish I could be everything
You wanted me to ever be
It’s my own fault your unhappiness
Of what I will never be
There is no consolation prize
No “Well at least” to top it off
There is only the suffocating silence
Of unspoken and shattering thoughts
I cut this short to symbolize
The future that I have
Though it may seem inevitable
It will always be there
I am not lost, though you say I am
I have passion, though you say I don’t
I will live my life, though you think I won’t
And I will rise again, to resounding hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem