The Storm Of Hard Words Drulling My Skull Poem by Ana Ónimo

Prepare yourself for the worst
The hardest rain is coming down
And you keep feeding me lines
Of the pain you felt inside

Prepare yourself for the worst
This is no piece of cake
I don’t hope to recover myself
I hope to clean myself as i was
Yesterday

And oblivion seems so close
When you through your stoic storm
And suddenly I want to erase
My past and my dark fate

Just answer me, answer now!
It’s not so difficult to see! ! !
Have I changed from what I was?
Or am I unveiling myself
and you never knew me? ? ?