I want what I want.
And with a selfishness,
That feels deserving.
I've committed my time,
To others with a giving.
And with a sacrifice to leave behind,
Collected precious treasures...
I had found to claim I believed were mine.
I want what I want.
And without a guilt to feel.
My wishes and desires to me are real.
And I have done my very best,
To be there for others...
Without sleep or rest for myself to get.
I want what I want.
And if this means my confession upsets.
I have already experienced having regrets.
I want what I want.
And with a doing done.
No matter who I offend with my requests.
I want what I want to possess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem