I can't seem to resist
the need to push away,
and always desist
when my heart goes astray.
I'm hurtful and mean
and sometimes cold,
even when I am keen,
I fit into this mould.
I pretend I don't care
even if I do.
My heart I won't bare,
so I keep it untrue.
It's sad and it's lonely
but that's how I hide.
I suppose I am phony
when my two worlds collide.
It's hard being me
holding onto the fear.
I want to be free
and always sincere.
I'm losing too much
being this way.
I'm so out of touch
and you never will stay.
(London,2003)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think were all a bit like that to an extent true words written i like it