My sense of self worth has been destroyed
My self esteem a hallow void
All the mirrors must be distorted
The refection I see is a little contorted
I don’t even know who I am anymore
This callous voice is hard to ignore
Consistent with its brutality
Continuously reminding me
Unyielding grip clutches onto my soul
A master of puppets, maintains its control
Let me go! ! ! !
But it’s me
I am the master who won’t leave me be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unconsciously we are killing ourselves to a point where we are lost in space and in time! Broken dreams and promises triggers frustrations, depression, etc; but just let it pass for time will heal the wound. Keep going, surfing for better opportunities in life. By then you will wake up one day that you are already free from bondage of oneself! Short but powerful poem, a 10.