Nobody can ever hurt me
worse than I can
I've gained the twisted fortune
of knowing it well
No words said to me
were ever more terrible
than the ones I've said to myself
the internal bruises are recorded well
And no one can give me the silent treatment
any better than I've given it to myself
using isolation is my first instinct -
one that has never served me very well
Through it all, no one can smile brighter,
hope deeper, and laugh louder than I can
- even though no one is lonelier too -
pity would make me no less unwell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent piece. Very well written. Enjoyed immensely.