Be gone, with this iron fist I demand.
I’ve been weak for longer than I can stand.
The cares, I have tossed to thin air.
With all in life, I wish you well.
But I don’t want a particle of your world, can’t you tell?
We are not friends, I refuse to grit my teeth and pretend.
Small talk and “chitter- chatter”
Save that bullshit for someone who matters.
I found my peace of mind,
And it’s about damn time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem