I don't remember
The last time
My parents said
I love you.
I don't remember
The last time
I told my father
I loved him.
He scares me now,
the way he treats me,
A walking time bomb.
Will he explode?
Will he?
I can never know.
At least my mother loves me,
At least my friends love me.
With my mother, my friends,
The colors of my life merge into the whiteness of bliss,
Of peace.
Not the blackness of hatred and misery,
Not the absence,
Of color.