Your words don't affect me the way they used to.
I'm much happier now and I'm glad I got away from you for a while, waiting as the days go by-another frown; I smile-
Seeing you in your torement was good enough for me.
the days of seeing you unhappy, finally made me feel free.
Still won't like, probably won't love me...
but in the end
I rise above
thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem