I'm scared that I'm pretending,
playing every day.
I'm scared that the me I pretend to be,
is the real one anyway.
This fear is so very childish,
but yet it seems so real.
How can I distroy this wretched fear I feel?
Beautifully captured the essence of Identity crises....so innocently in these 7 lines you managed to captured the real issue. Commendable. Keep Writing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such beauty needs correct spelling dear.... 'destroy' not 'distroy' Keep Writing :)