Why do I feel this way?
That I limit myself
Each and every single day
I parade around in stealth
Why do I avoid attention?
Could it be the fear of the outcome
But I have this obsession
To failure I won't succumb
We remain our own enemies
On the road to sanity
Getting rid of the memories
To snap back to reality
The reality of this cruel world
Where only the strong survive
And it's torment I have endured
Yet continued to stay alive
Possibly, it might be true
The words I heard by the sea
While admiring the great view
......My enemy is me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem