Here's a question,
What is pain?
To different people,
A different thing.
Is it when someone screams,
And makes you cry?
Or is it when
You want to die?
When you stub your toe
And curse or shout?
Or when you're immersed
In solid doubt?
When someone hits
And beats you down?
Or is it when
There is no one around?
Or is it when
You're badly confused,
To the point
You're convinced to lose?
Personally-to me-
This is all fiction...
To me, pain is nothing
Except an addiction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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