Don't tell me what i feel, you don't control me...
Don't tell me what i can and can't do, you don't own me..
Don't tell what I am and what I'm not, I'm not your clay to manipulate....
Feelings once broken shan't reciprocate.
Don't tell me i'm not perfect, when imperfection is beauty...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem