I am powered by hatred's offering
Motivated by woe
My experience is suffering
And that is so
I am compelled by hate
To do the things I do
I withhold my fate
What is it to you?
You call me a sinner
But have you known my side?
I had a poisoned dinner
My talent's lament is what i ride
I believe joy is fooling my self
Today i know the truth i never wanted to know
Selfishness lay behind every cloth in the shelf
It is why I let go their say and run my go
Wish i could write like William Wordsworth
Wish I could sing like the songbird
Wish they knew the words hurt
And I wish I could be truly heard
With this poem you did express your inner thoughts and nicely presented, the emotion is well defined and your wish is heard and observed....and the observation I made is your title..I can't comprehend with ' interospection ' maybe you mean -Introspection - = a self - contemplation of your inner thoughts.....otherwise this poem well represented and written well...
My young friend, I wish I could be so direct and powerful as you are in all my expressions. 'Wish i could write like William Wordsworth Wish I could sing like the songbird Wish they knew the words hurt And I wish I could be truly heard' ..........................WOW.....................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You express it so simply.