by Nicholas Witmer

Created on: November 21, 2008

I wish i had a tormented childhood,

an alcoholic father,

an abusive uncle.

Then i could put anguish into words.

I wish i travelled more as a child,

to different countries

and places.

Then i could put my wonder into words.

I wish i lived in a warzone,

filled with the dying

the suffering

and the cruel

Then i could put my outrage into words.

But no

I live in a quiet suburb

I have never left the country

I have two loving parents

I wish i was happy

one out of four isn't bad.

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