Everyday is sudden torture.
I show mercy to those that hate me for who I am.
They never appreciate me for what I do for them.
I look into their eyes for sorrow.
All I see is their inner anger in their eyes.
They see me as Satan.
For I am a calm and collected being.
I see now that I am alone.
I trust myself, no one else.
They are my worst enemy.
They are my hateful family.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sad/angry poem its good though all familys are messed up :)