Just sit back and ignore the pain,
Every day is exactly the same.
More dark and empty every day,
Won’t you listen when I say,
I’ll be alright.
I can handle it.
You’re not helping me,
By throwing a fit.
I can deal with it myself.
I’ll be fine, I swear.
I can put it all on the shelf,
And give myself room to care.
You’re going ballistic
Over something so small.
Why won’t you learn,
To get over it all.
This is my problem,
So learn to deal with it.
You’re not helping me
By throwing a fit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gosh..so true.... Nicely written Preets