I fight to control it
I bite my lip trying to contain it
But I can’t maintain it!
It makes me cry
It makes me lie
It makes me suffer
OH how I wish I was tougher!
Lord do I wish to cut the cord!
I want to be free!
I fight to control it
I use all my might to console it!
I am losing
And it is winning
But this is only the beginning!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem