I’m worried that nothing will be the same.
Sometimes I wonder if any of this was real.
Sometimes I wonder if the little happiness I did have was false.
What kind of person was I supposed to be?
What kind of person am I going to be?
If I don’t tell you now, then I’ll go crazy.
You’ve lost my self-respect when you brought him into our lives.
We could have been a happy family.
We could have done something with our lives that didn’t involve running in fear.
I wish there was something I could have done to make you see.
I wish there was something I could have done to make you leave.
I wish he would have presented his true colors sooner.
I wish I could have had that thing that everyone else has.
I’m scared of what happened.
And I’m of what might happen.
March 1,2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem