Have you ever had the feeling that you were not strong enough,
those moments you choked back tears and convinced yourself
that you were tough.
You relive the moments you have grown distaste for
every time the bottle is cracked open
your heart braces itself for another night
of anger, frustration and mental scorn..
Another war..
The night begins to fall apart
as their intoxication only grows,
consuming any life you have left
within your being.
The next day will become an illusion
to where we pretend the night before never happened.
They criticize you for your smile, scold you for your laughter
but wish to pretend everything is happily ever after.
They'll soon wonder why you are soo depressed
when every night they cause anger you are to repress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem