The me I once knew,
No longer lives inside.
In flash I was gone,
An empty shell was left behind,
As day by day I try my best
To escape the pain of a broken heart.
I see off in the distance,
Someone I want to become.
Someone I miss,
Who knew happiness;
A miniscule reflection,
Of who I was inside.
Is that far off person who I really was?
Or a new me I should strive to be?
As I move closer to the distant goal,
The me that I want to be,
Seems to step away.
Each time it makes me wonder,
Just what will it take,
For my life to come to me,
Instead of staying oh so distant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem