I feel a foreign soul
In the heart of my body
I need it to be executed
It’s sabotaging what I want to be
I am not me.
Its Velcro personality is diffusing into mine
I don’t feel like me
No matter how hard I try to let loose
It only happens physically.
I am not what I used to think;
What I used to feel
What I used to need
I don’t know who this is
From whom I need to be freed
I’m scared to realize that it’s not a foreign soul
I need to be the one to exorcise me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting write, good job.