If I pretend it's not there I don't have it.
I have no problems, what are you talking about?
My issue? Oh, it's not so bad, it's nothing.
I'm this way because I was treated the same way.
Their problems are bigger than mine, so maybe mine aren't so bad.
I'll help myself if you push me, but only if you push me.
I'm healthy which means I have nothing else wrong with me.
I can't deal with this because if I admit to myself that something is wrong, it will lead to much worse things.
Nothing is going to help with what is wrong, there is no use. This is my life, I have a right to do with it what I wish.
-all forms of denial, not all of them are so obvious
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem