I hate my body.
It hates me too.
I look at myself
and see something that isn't true.
I call myself these names,
Though I keep it deep inside,
Secretly sometimes, I want to die.
It doesn't deem right.
Maybe I'm faking it,
But otherwise maybe I'm not who I want to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved this beauty. "… I'm not who I want to be".. this dilemma, struggle with one's self is tormenting every human. Nice one. Profound thoughts. Top score
thank you!