Toxic is a scrambled mind that sits,
Lost, confused and refusing to admit it.
Without an ambitious wish to see fulfilled.
And feeling more each day restricted,
To 'what ifs' and accepting negativity...
Self inflicted.
Toxic and addicted to a poisoned environment.
One in which the majority entertain themselves,
With headaches, pains and the suffering of nonsense.
In which those inhabiting with minds twisted,
Seem to delight in disturbing someone's peace...
With a releasing of initiating conflicts somewhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem