To you, my way of acting feels like the ourburst
of a devilish disposition - 'şeytana'.
But don't you see, that I'm just trying not to drown?
You wanted me to be an angel - 'melek'.
But angels dwell in the realm of death.
All my life I was trying to be gentle-hearted.
But trying to keep quiet, to be a well-behaved
and compassionate little girl
got me heart of stone instead - 'taş yürekli'.
Thus seeking paradise by trying to be good
got me the hell of existing without being alive - 'öldüm'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem