Beneath my skin
There's one person
Who is alone
Shy, sweet, and helpful
Disappointed of what
She has become
Bad, mean, and a hateful person
Hate, hate, hate,
That's all she thinks
Down a mountain
She's trying to make herself up
Slipping down while making herself up
Doing everything she can
To go up the mountain
A storm purring down
No confidence; it is too late
Thinking of all the wrong
Lighting and thunder
She can't do it
Hoping and praying
To get to the top
She made it to the top
Did she make it
Down beneath
Yes, now no longer
Bad, evil, and hateful
She has become the person beneath
There's no longer a storm
It's like a blazing summer
Nothing but a strong bright girl
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
She did it!
She realized she's no longer
A 'she' - she's now an 'I'
I am a strong person
I am not a bad, mean, and hateful person
I am a strong, sweet, helpful person.
Say hello sabrina davies, very glad to Know you Yes, I am a Chinese poet from China, Deeply thank you for your concern, curiosity, Blessing 问 好 sabrina davies , 认 识 你 非 常 高 兴 对 , 我 是 一 个 中 国 诗 人 , 来 自 中 国 , 深 深 地 感 谢 你 的 关 心 , 好 奇 , 祝 福 ,
'bad, mean, and hateful'...nobody really is this way...and all these weaknesses come from one source - forced defence against hateful attacks of others... or sometimes some people are just annoyed when others test them for some painfully stupid enetertainment... We all climb a mountain and sometimes others' interfearance causes us to dwell at the very bottom... Great write... I love the imagery :)
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I would like to translate this poem
I think you that the symbol of poetry has its own style, You this poem is very clear, very bright light to me - quickly turned into a blind - you are very bright light in this poem I thought that your this symbol poetry has own unique style, Your this poetry is clear, the optical fiber is bright-Soon turned me the blind person-Your this poetry optical fiber is bright 我 觉 得 你 这 象 征 诗 歌 有 自 己 的 独 特 风 格 , 你 这 诗 歌 非 常 清 晰 , 光 线 非 常 明 亮 -快 要 把 我 变 成 了 盲 人 -你 这 诗 歌 光 线 非 常 明 亮