Hiding in my hoody
Hiding in my hair
Hiding the secrets I must never share
Why have i become this way?
To me it isn't fair
Isis my goddess speak to me
Tell me what to do to make me feel free
All this pain and all these tears
All the hiding from my fears
Make me beautiful And make me strong
Make me forget the past Id like to move on
Speak to me
and help me see
This is a Plea
So mote it be!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a beautiful poem that eloquently speaks your mind. Well written. I think the word 'Critisization' in the title could better be 'Criticism'.