This is a part of me
A secrecy that holds my dignity
I wanna tell the world
How I ended up like this
This memory that keeps bragging me
The scenery that I don't wanna see
I called it selective memory
Where I hid all the tragedy that was happened to me
Someone called me a princess of the witch
Yes I'm bewitching and I used to cussing
Many times I tried to flee
From the monster that is hidden inside me
It is quite amusing
And tormenting
That I was able to survive
In this world that is full of wild creatures
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Someone called me a princess of the witch Yes I'm bewitching and I used to cussing Many times I tried to flee From the monster that is hidden inside me..... world of wild creatures. experiences, of life written so well. tony