You hurt my feelings’ smash my ego- you perfect soul
Yes you perfect soul do- made from Gods own flesh
Hath my shores of deceit- in your regalia holiness
Yes of holiness you come with rebuke- casting rejection
I ask self- when I asked this
Yes when, where did?
And simply you say- I am a waste of time
It is alright all these things you say
Yes alright-all you say in my dark that you settle-
For it is them perhaps- that reminds me I have stalkers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem