I second think my dream of eight years.
I think of my action and options.
Having to actually convience myself of my talent and that his opinion really didn’t matter.
It’s never been this hard... I took rjection better than this.
I know he’s just leading me on, Ready to be an ant to crush.
But oh well, It feels too good to let go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good use iof metephor, i like this poem, it's relatebale.