Thank you for always being absent,
For teaching me to do everything on my own.
Alone, I packed my bag for the surgery,
Alone, I opened my eyes afterwards,
Alone, I went for the tests,
Alone, I gazed at children playing, flowers blooming, and leaves falling from the hospital window,
Alone, I recovered.
Can't you see how strong I am? The strongest ever.
But who wants to be strong instead of being surrounded by love and happiness?
Who wants to be rejected ?
Thank you for showing me how much I need a shoulder to lean on,
How much I hunger for love and genuine emotions.
Yes, I am strong,
Beyond what you could imagine, You, who expected me to crumble.
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Taste Of Anger
PoetryI choose anger instead of sorrow I prefer madness over sadness I never want to be a victim. cover © : SIILDA
