I hate that I live,
each day with doubt.
I hate that I don’t know,
what will come out.
I hate that I live,
my life in such shame.
I hate that every day,
I cause all the pain.
I hate that I don’t know,
what will come each day.
I hate that I can’t,
decide to go which way.
I hate that I have,
no future ahead.
I hate that the truth is,
I’m better off dead.
I hate that I don’t,
know what to expect.
I hate that I’ve made,
everyone’s life a wreck.
I hate that to all,
I am just a disgrace.
I hate that every day,
they have to see my face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem