Like a juice sucked from a straw
my happiness leaves me.
I am strucked with the fear of doing
Something i regret.
wishing i could break-away from
the pain.
with a smile i hide my true feelings
of hurt Just trying not to cause shame.
I walk around my mothers house
trying to make it a home.
I am so tired
of being all alone.
She dont understand way
i do the things i do.
So when she is mad she say's
' i cant stand you'
And then i cry and try to t
ell myself she dont mean it
But part of me just cant
seem to believe me.
I am sitting here writing about
what iam going to do, praying and crying
just waiteing for my breakthorugh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem