With lips poked out.
Doubting my life
Is anything to shout about!
Feeling despair and an emptiness.
With anger prepared to inflict bitterness.
Wanting someone to care...
And declaring I couldn't share!
I've been there...
And I am not having any part of that,
Where I am now.
Those flaws have been removed from denial.
I am no longer thirsting to rehearse pretentions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.