Oh no this time i'm not falling down,
I'm not gonna surrender to my pleasure principle...
I won't hunt sympathy with the face of tragedy
I'll help myself with my needs so simple...
I'll talk to myself and hunt every reason
Console my heart and love it in prison.
I'll defeat every predator to undeniable logic
And guide away myself from the fantasy of logic.
I'll make my lips stretch from east to west
Embrace my emotions and try my best.
I'm not alone, oh, never or ever!
I'm there for me and myself forever...
At the end of each day when i weep and quit,
My hand will clutch my heart's unfit
Massage away the pain of meaningless emptiness
And remind the immature of god's test...
Smother away scars and kiss away my fears...
Smile at myself and hold my hand near.
Because, this time there is no rhyme to regret
No sorrow for tomorrow and no tear to shed!
If i'm wise and mature, it for myself!
If i'm soft and gentle, it is for myself!
If I'm loving and caring, it is for me! "Myself"...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem