The bruises along my face,
The empty promises you used to make to me,
Don't mean anything to me now.
The anger, the pain, the guilt
is how you made me feel.
You never really cared about me,
You used to make me feel like i was the one who was pathetic
when all along it was you.
I know I'm weak and useless
but I'm not silly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem