I give my power away when I say I have problems to you,
especially when I don't recognize if they are really true.
I give my power away
that you can shove in my face on another day.
Acting like you have all the answers for me
when all you have is your reality.
Your reality of you feeling sorry for me
when you are just jealous and have insecurity.
So I brought myself down, so you could bring yourself up.
Then I let you sit there and dump.
Dump your anger and jealousy over on to me
without me realizing that it was never meant to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem