what i have told my self time and time again
never seem to be obvious to any one
so i hid it
and over the years it started to grow while i added more
and as i forgot it i began to be aggravated because of it
and because i forgot it i am aggravated at my self.
what i held inside were fustrating memories, now i cant learn from my mistakes because i constantly begot rage
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem