Standing in the dark feeling alone
but really just surrounded by people.
These people I do not know,
or do not know well.
I am not scared because I trust
the person standing before me.
What I did not know was that
the trust that he beheld was about
to be betrayed.
I was only eleven years old when
my life was changed forever.
I thought he was my friend and
after that night surrounded by his
friends in the dark,
I would never look at
him the same again.
I was glad when I could
go inside.
My life was as shattered
as a broken glass.
My life was no
longer the same after that night.
My life would never be the
same again.
My life would forever be
a rollercoaster,
up and down, up and down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem