Control, only exist if you allow it.
Doubt yourself and you will feed it.
Deny it to enter your life and you will beat it.
The picture is erased it no longer exist.
Gone in a place of the forgotten.
The hollow and rotten.
Sped up by the mind.
In choice you have defined.
~The abuse comes in many different shapes and forms.
And it should never be ignored.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem