Pen in my right hand
the duary in left
I still want to write
but my thoughts feel like a theft
I have changed
I am not her anymore
they changed cause they didn't wanna stay anymore
who am I?
the girl who scored a 92
or someone who couldn't even get through
am I this body
or the thoughts I cease
Am I the past
Or the change is me..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem