i have always believed
that life is what i make it.
i decide everything: when to
finish school, when to marry,
whom to marry, and i
did it well, what business
to make, how to earn my
money, and i did it well, so
well that i believed in myself,
and i relied on my decisions,
and that it is I who decide
everything in me, and i decide
to be happy, and i decide to
go and i decide everything,
and i did it well, except for
one thing, which i never did
so well: whom to love?
i never did so well and
so here i am with an
unhappy ending.
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