Bitterness...
Hatred...
Loneliness...
Jealousy...
It never really goes away...
At some point it'll come back and haunt you...
When you least expect it...
Someday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good job. You know, I like this poem because it has the best view. A pessemistic view and reality in life. I'd be glad to know your ideas about my poems. Thanks.