my pain

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    my pain

    she yelled at me and change me
    the look on her face as she glance at me
    she is a sham
    how long will i endur her
    so I run and run to bring her flowers
    but they are not enough
    she is still angry
    she will never be happy
    she do not care if i am unhappy
    that is her choice that is her power
    she has made her pain my pain.

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    sherpen’s Poems (7)

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    My Daughter's Grandmother 0
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