Maybe if you had been
shown love yourself as a child,
you might have learned to give
instead of to hurt and control.
Maybe if you’d relaxed your hold
on the things you loved,
let them breathe and flourish;
they might’ve given you love in return.
Maybe then,
you would’ve seen better things,
than fear and loathing
in the eyes of those you loved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem. youd like mine