Conflicted
Never have I bestowed lies upon anyone
save myself.
Disoriented
My mind shatters
Knowledge is flung east
Memories west
Sanity south, never to be seen again.
Angered
I ruin my existence
Destroying what was once so special
In a fit of self loathing
And righteousness.
Finished
I revel in the beautiful sabotage
that I so despise
Now my laugh is hearty and glorious
Yet laced with an inescapable sadness
that is the rest of my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem