You tell me to focus on joy and light.
Yet, I tend to think of my pain through the night.
You beg me remember when I used to smile.
But I can’t recall that, it’s been such a while.
You ask me what happened to your little girl.
Call me that again and I think I might hurl.
You can say what you want millions times.
Though all I’ll hear are your traumatizing crimes.
And I don’t care what you think you need to tell me
because in the end, I will chose who I want to be.
Refreshing is your openness and honesty and your desire to be and become the person you are. People sincerely want to help others, especially those they love. The problem is how to be helpful respecting the other person's freedom and standing by letting them be the person they want to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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