For all the masses, leave it be.
There's no use.
We can't overthrow anything planned out.
It's all a plan.
But, ask:
If it's planned,
why do we suffer,
or at least feel as if?
Every scar is stronger than the flesh it is bore upon
Only we control whether how deep our epidermis
holds strong before it punctures our inner self.
Pain is our self-defense.
Mastering pain is to know
how thick our encasing skin is
and being scarred and hurt
to where the scar
will grow stronger
but still keeping our inner self intact
Your inner self will never change,
rather, different sectors be
discovered or discarded from your desired conscious.
You are you-nique.
Don't let anyone let you think otherwise.
Ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem