The things that make me me
are the things that make me weep
and the things that make me weak
are the things that I can’t keep
and this thing that’s eating at me;
being a thing that I can’t see,
seems to come from within me.
So the thing that I’ve become
is not easy to overcome
because once I stoped being this me,
what other me would I be?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem