Do I play upon the emotions of others...
Do I allow myself to be used.....
why do I feel it necessary..
to be pulled in two...
too many directions...
too few my own....
some days I feel like running....
but those days, thank God...
are now few...
Put back together with the help of my muse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem