What is it with me
Insides tangled up like the roots of a tree
Torn and twisted, stubborn, sad
Out of my mind and going mad
Get a grip and work things out
Stop acting so selfish and living in doubt
Using excuses to avoid the reasons
You've lived in denial for too many seasons
Helping and healing are a big part of you
The trouble with you is no one but you
Dig deep inside and rip it all out
If needs be you should scream and shout.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice advice. Well rhymed, melodious poem.