The monster from my past,
Is nothing but the truth.
It pushes me so fast,
I have nothing left to grasp.
The moster from my past,
Is nothing but the pain.
Now all it does is strain,
On my once young little brain.
The monster from my past,
'Is nothing but the past'.
It pushes, pulls, and strains me,
But it will 'never' fully obtain me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting. Sounds like a painfull awakening. I have heard the Truth hurts but you proved it.