Believing that I am thought of as good,
Hearing that people speak of me as good,
And seeing that they want me to be good,
I myself drift to being really good
From my being pretentiously good.
Who knows the amount of pain I undergo
To keep me afloat not to retrieve,
And make me the great I had not been.
12.09.2005
That's rather philosophical argument, imagine this goodness was there all the time and pain was caused by devil within, who saw himself as a failure!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its a good turn out a positive slam! ! ! smiles...........