I am tired of my useless me
Kill my shadow
Save me from his torture
Dear Invisible me.
I am tired of naked me
day and night
dawn to dusk
within this glass walls.
I wanted to live like a tree
full of leaves and flowers
I wanted to see me full of fruits
to serve you all.
Dear invisible me
Come and kill my shadow
I am tired of ugly me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a provoking poem! I liked the self-talk poet, the self-talk make sometimes miracles keep talking to you, to yourself, to your soul, to your mind...