I've always been the quite one because I was afraid.
But now I'm just angry for everything you did.
You thing that you were doing the right thing.
But the right thing stripped my youth away.
If I was anything like you, I would have already ripped your head off.
Thankfully, I'm nothing like you.
Thankfully, I have a good head on my shoulders.
Writing all my feelings down is something that helps me.
Maybe it will help you to.
Give it a try and see what happens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem