I really need to talk to someone but I dont want to be jugded so I have to keep this one to myself.
I feel so abused and interubed by my man passes over me after We've explainted what our plans are and what we shall do. It's like hes not listening to my input and doing actual what he wants to do whick leaves me out of the conversation and me feeling like I've wasted my point of view. then if a text comes through he rather follow that grove. I really thought voicing my opinion the last time he would have listened to my point of view and we wouldn't be having this mess or a fews. (in the process of completion)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem