I seem to have this fascination
That creates such aggravation
That no one understands
An explanation it demands
I’m finding joy in pain
Self destruction does reign
Scars hidden beneath the surface
Undressing makes me nervous
Everyone sees my solution
As nothing but a delusion
Drawing my pain onto my arm
Causes nothing but calm
So much aggravation
Seen with so much discrimination
Judged on nothing but the outside
A simple explanation, cried.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem