I hate that month of 2016
a period of my realization
not all can be trusted
not all that says I love you
can always be real and true
this is the time
in my life I have matured
to knowing life is not
always as you see it..
There will be people
you helped and sacrificed for
have no qualms to hurt you
abused and used you
and will still continue
the lying and as if
love they give is true...
I so hate November 2016
this is the time it all started
the betrayal and sweet lies
I wish I can erase this month
in the reveries of my mind
leave all the pain behind..
To the one who gave me
the pain of November 2016
I forgive you from my heart
for I know life will gift you
your own version of pain
like how I miserably suffered
during last November 2016..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem