It was like a drug,
One that I hated,
But also wanted.
I couldn't break free,
I yearned for it night and day,
But I also hated it.
I was craving for it,
It was something I couldn't get off,
but yet I couldn't forget the feeling,
Of pleasure and joy.
I still crave it till this very day.
If I one day break free,
I'll be thankful..
But until that day I treasure the feeling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem