Sitting alone, in a dark pit in Hell
I am waiting for that pain I know to well
that ice down my spine,
that fear that grips my chest,
That pain i know the best
I want to run,
I want to hide,
but i have to much dumb pride
I sit alone and just let my tears slide
down that mask of deceit
that pain I never wanted to repeat,
broke away my perfect mask
that shell,
that skin,
that was only a cast
the pain got to me
that pain turns to chains and bind me
and I sit alone, but i just want to be free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's noting wrong with wanting to be free - better be free and alone, than in a company of somebody who wouldn't let you be who you are... Pride isn't a dumb thing, in a way it is close to moral excellence, such as honor... It is self respect and awareness of self - worth. I think we shouldn't mistake it with stubbornness and being pompous...