You are so flustered and forlorn
Trampled by destiny
You are totally beaten
So meek, you do not fight back
Tear is your weapon
You are so futile
Under little strain, you do break
I am stronger
Handling pressure is my specialty
Under high stress I was born
Though younger, I am more matured
I abhor you so much
How could we both reside in the same body?
I am here to assist
But you do not recognize me
I know more about you
Than you can even envisage
I want full control
But you are against me
Now that I am here
Everything would be all right
Am I not your alter ego?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great poetry view, keep it up.