Maybe all you could see was my sadness
Maybe you never really discovered the truth
It seems like your constant never endlessness
Got the better of both of us
I hate to lie, I hate liars, I hate everything about liars, lying …you
It’s hard to say what a difference you made
It’s hard to look at you and… feel
Feel for you, for yourself, for what you are, for who you were, who you want to be
I was constantly coughing up your asphyxiation
Regurgitating your helpless cry for attention
It did no good
I learned to deal with it
Ignore it
You took this and fought back but I held up my shield and turned you away
The tears, the emotion, the hope that never reached the surface suddenly poured through and flooded my heart.
I asked myself why
I still ask why
To question my own emotion is like not knowing who I was
Who am I?
What have you done?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem