It nags at you like an aching tooth,
never allowing you to tell the truth.
Your mind is always confused and
hope is not an option. You have
become a slave to a crude adoption.
Stomach in knots, nerves stretched
to the limit. Thoughts of suicide
enter into it. Lies come easy, one
after the other. The truth should be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem