they live in us
they treat us how they want
we try to run
but we cant
cuz theyre part of our body
our mind and soul
they tell us what to do
and decide where to go
we try to escape
but our heart breaks
they make us strong
sometimes theyre wrong
sometimes they take us
sometimes we leave them
sometimes they scare us
but we get back then
theyre a bit crazy
they always take me
wherever they want
i try to run
try to run from my feelings
but theyre like the air that gets in
i think i know what they do
cuz they always bring me back to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i hate feelings...: P either way, hate is a feeling too nice one