It was my vision, it was my inspiration I left for a second then it all changed, I wanted it a certain way. I was so proud and excited to see its progress right before my eyes, I saw myself fade away. Don’t get me wrong I did see good intentions I just don’t see me anymore, and it burns away at me, to know something I created is no longer what I see. And it stings a little at me cuz I don’t know how it should be now.
Thinking and wanting to cry, my creation no longer like I envisioned changing and hurts. Don’t wanna pretend but I don’t feel like I’m her. Windswept hair as thoughts race all around, someone give me a tug back towards the ground. Feeling upset but I can’t even bleed, someone tell me it still looks like me! Cuz I’m crawling desperately breaking my heart.
I was so proud but now I’m bruised feeling quite sad, nothing left to choose. I don’t understand how could this be? I’m sorry but it doesn’t feel like me. Upset to say the least, I’m sorry but it burns I can’t see what you see, cuz the one in my mind looked more like me, and now I can’t breathe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, sad. What is your creation that isn't like you?