Why, how, where and when,
are all questions that,
run through my head.
The bullying, the taunting,
the pain and misery.
But the option out,
is clear to me.
In my mind I know,
it’s wrong, but so is,
the pain on me.
Can two negatives make a positive?
Paul;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem