I'm never one to tell the truth;
I'm never one to tell a lie.
I never thought omittance
Would change this.
I'm never one to cry
In places so public
But you bring out
Two strong sides
That battle contstantly.
I'm not one for luxuries
But primitiveness isn't me.
Whichever way you look at it;
I'll always be halfway contradictory.
I can't tell if that's just me,
I can't see through the dark,
This life won't be the death of me,
But my own immortal curse.
I like my anger a little too much,
For too long it's sustained me,
For too long it's been me.
Can one come to terms with a side,
They themselves never wanted to see?
Will I forever be
What this life has made of me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the depth and emotion of this poem. grand.