Lost, gone again
Don't want to be here
Regaining my fear.
So I lose myself
Somewhere else.
People can't tell,
I hide it so well.
Not sure what to do,
I'm stuck missing you.
I've almost got you back,
Know that for a fact.
I'll have to come back soon,
Anything for you.
Sick of this hiding,
But the lies keep piling.
Still I keep everything hidden,
The lies, they come unbidden,
Yet somehow I still smile.
lies, lies, lies....they keep coming. Brought back memories. Loved it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem, but I like the whole body of work. It reminds me most of Emily Dickinson, cutting gracefully right to the point, simply. I am actually a little in envy of this little genius, stumbled on accidentally, and I had to check her age several times. She captures childhood things that I never could and couldn't now. Her sense of rhythm is astonishing. I am utterly in awe. It's the same in poetry as a first hearing of Midori, Sarah Chang, Joshua Bell, Hillary Hahn on the violin.