Tell me what I’ve done wrong.
Scared of what I’ve become?
Disbelief’s playing on your face.
I must be such a disgrace,
‘cause I’m done getting kicked around.
And now I stand my ground.
You must feel so proud
to have made me.
There’s an instability.
It’s building up in me.
With you I’m a disaster.
So now you’re taunting my soul,
got me losing my last hope.
Staring at me in disdain.
You’re like sarcasm to my throat,
‘cause I feel it piercing through.
All this time it was you,
and you must feel so proud
to destroy me.
There’s an instability.
It’s building up in me.
With you I’m a disaster.
‘Cause I feel it piercing through.
All this time it was you.
‘Cause I feel it piercing through.
All this time it was you,
and you must feel so proud
to have destroyed me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem