Your words, they do
mean the world to me
but yet a piece of me
says just go, he's not worth it.
You treat me like
I am a piece pf dirt,
underneath your fingernails.
Well, I am not dirt and I don't
belong to you.
I'm sorry but,
as you can see
I refuse to be just
another one of your posessions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem