Reality has turned itself
It’s not a fairy tale anymore
Its hit me like a ten-ton boulder
Nothings like it was before
I’ve noticed I’m mad at a man
Who I thought I could call my dad
But that’s all changed
Nothing is the same its all bad
Why do I make myself cry?
When he’s the one that should be sad
He made me feel unreal
I shouldn’t have called him dad
How could they go see his face?
When I cannot even say his name
Please don’t let this be true
They think life is anew
He made feel insecure
He made me feel so mad
All those lies he told
Was hard for a girl like me to ignore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A true depiction of a teenage reality of incomplete love which otherwise is a consequence of the hurriedness shown by most of the teenagers. The love which can be considered as a complete one is infact nurtures with the passage of time as one gains more and more maturity especially in the age or productivity and afterwards for at that age the importance of this rather divine feeling can be felt with more softness, tenderness and warmth...