Psychiatrist: So tell me how you felt when you first met...
Kid: I was dazzled by the selection and constant connection
Psychiatrist: A permanent connection in your life
Kid: My life surrounded by constant quarrels
Psychiatrist: You could only see it spiral, therefore wanting something you could control
Kid: Yes, something to make me feel whole
Psychiatrist: Go on
Kid: Though we don't really talk, it talks to me
Psychiatrist: For you this is real?
Kid: Totally as it listens to me, never conceals
Psychiatrist: You become the big deal?
Kid: It is here just for me, which makes it all seem real
Psychiatrist: How do your parents feel about this relationship?
Kid: Sick and say I am addicted, they are just wicked
Psychiatrist: Making you feel inflicted as they are losing your trust?
Kid: I have only distrust for they longer love each other
Psychiatrist: You have been asked to choose?
Kid: Yes I want to stay with my mother
Psychiatrist: Do you understand why you have been told to see me?
Kid: I am in love with my TV
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem