I need to pull myself together,
I need to get a grip of life,
I need to simply change,
Change the way I like.
No pity's are required,
No use for the name 'sorry, '
I need to be alone,
And get back to where I used to be.
Who I was,
Is not who I am now,
My personality has changed,
And so did everyone's and all of their about.
I need to become myself,
Throw my hands up in the air,
I need to be who I am,
And just simply not care.
I don't want your pathetic words,
So stuff them back in your mouth,
I don't want you bring me down,
So get the hell out.
I need to scream,
As loud as I can,
I need everyone to listen up,
And for everyone to understand.
You are my problem,
So I can't solve my misery,
Just shut up,
And go where you're supposed to be.
I am who I am,
And you can't change a thing,
Because no matter what happens,
I am me.
I pulled myself together.
I got a grip of life,
I changed,
And I changed the way I liked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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