uneasy
cant think freely
my stomach is winding
these thoughts are blinding
what's the answer?
do i take comfort, or precaution?
what can I control?
what can I prevent?
the past is out of reach
but the future is in my hands
i now realize who i am....or what i must be
yet why do i still feel so unworthy?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem