I no longer know me
I don't want to be
I look in the mirror
and a stranger looks back at me
She too is in a bad dream
No one can hear her scream
Her eyes blindfolded and her hands tied
Her voice is muted and her mouth open wide
Strangers all around her
A stranger by her side
She stands in the middle and has nowhere to hide
She's shaking and trembling like a terrified child
She's half crazed, animal like, out of control and wild
love this ghada though i thought something could be done to jazz up the ending.
that is beautifull. but if we had not depression, then what can would be!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved this poem on a re