An Adreninline rush,
a sense of regret,
whats done is done,
theres no turning back.
The scars won't go away,
the pain is too great,
yet I hide it, with my fists
clenched and a smirk.
My heart skips a beat,
my mind is clouded.
The shadows mock me,
I fall to my knees.
'Get out! '....my screams echo,
'I don't want you here!
This isn't me!
Who even am I? ! '
Deep secrets
that no one knows.
A burning desire to change,
another minute passes by.
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