and as you watch my hunger grow..
when you watch what i do..
and you look down..
and they are not watching you..
what do you see..
and some times her top half..
cannot control what the bottom half does..
and power less...
It is all you can do not too think about it..
and you do it..over and over again..
and it is then i think about running away..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem