Such a common job
Millions do it
But every night
We have a fight
And I'm sick of it
Sooo...
What will I do?
Should I tell them
To shut-up, get out
Of my face, leave
Me alone?
Or walk alone?
Should I scream,
Slap, swear, yell?
Or leave the tension alone?
Should I accept
An apology, walk
Away, and ignore him?
Or shall I do what
God wants and turn
A cheek?
What shall I do
With the
Tension?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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