Its kinda hard for me to realize thats it about that time that I become the grown woman that I became on my day. I cry because its finally come for me to face the real life, and deal with the big an major problems on my own as they will say. I get sinked back into this dark box of depression as to Where to Go? Who to Tell? Whos here to hear my side? The old me has died, this new me im not ready for. Its like a drop of blood that hit the floor. When it comes to someone vision its a shock of how it gets there. My head falls into my hands as the fear of the old world but(New to Me) Comes at me like demons. chasing me down to have my soul. Im scared of this reality that I have to Face. Changing feelings that I have Day by day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem