My slate of dreams.
The question of adolescence.
What do you want when you grow up?
What do you desire?
My answer was always the same.
Safe...
I want a place to bow my head in silence without the screams of my siblings.
I can't go back to that house.
I wont call it a home, I spent more time running from it.
Although I find myself confused.
Why do I love the person who cause me so much pain.
The source of my Demons
I found myself at the other end of the knife.
Yet..
I resisted the final blow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem