Keeping myself to myself.
Needing what only solitude can bring.
Staying out of harms way.
Retreating into this shell.
Echoing the past.
Shadowing my former self,
while
brutalizing my self worth.
Forcing what I can never be.
Doubting all I believed in.
Taking great pains to insure this despair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
apparently you do have never-ending pain. i like the style of this poem, it flows nicely. and your phrasing was beautiful in a painful way. further more, this poem makes me want to hug you...