I am a ship floundering in a raging sea
No sign of land to ground me
Your hateful words are like barnacles,
Attached to the timber that is my soul
Although my mast is made from the strongest wood
You attempt to smash it to pieces with your severe gaze
I have not seen a clear day nor night for weeks  
There is nothing to guide me
Nor Star nor sun nor kind word
I fear that one more gluttonous wave will capsize me
I am lost at sea