People often say when they look in my eyes
That I am consumed by hatred and rage
Since I now walk a long lonely road
And my life has turned a darkening new page
And I will admit they're only half-right
I do have a lot of rage inside
Thanks to the amount of torment I've been through
That almost led to the thought of suicide
But what on earth do they know?
When they fought the same war I did, they failed
I had to go through all that several times
And unlike them, I always prevailed
They succumbed to they're dark days
And endured worst torment from they're past
So they better not ever judge me again
Or this fight they picked with me will be they're last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I had posted a comment on this poem. But it has vanished. PoemHunter is playing truant once again. My angst