So that is what took?
Hand written and called it a book,
Memories of the past,
Leave me feeling worthless and fake,
This haunts me, when I think about it,
And I can't do a thing about it,
Accept it for what it is,
And show everyone my true skin,
I've been hiding in this world I designed for myself,
Call me out and I'll reject it,
But deep inside is I try to forget it,
In my mind is where I try to protect it,
And this is the reason why I'll always been afraid,
Of being exposed to the world,
And here's where I decide to make the change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem