Do you see
What you've done to me?
The scars on my wrist they do not go away
All the things i do
There all just for you
I try to make you proud
but on your face is a shroud
You say that i am worthless
Replacable, and dumb
but i think your wrong
Because all though you say these things
I still stand proud
Of my self and my work
So instead of being mad
I am going to thank you
Because of i am impenetrable
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You tell 'em girl! :)