The demons you have,
are the demons you have made,
you keep them near,
so easy to betray your self,
to your self and give excuses,
if things do not go as planed,
paint a rosy picture,
but it turns out black,
take time to know you,
walk around the block,
look forward do not look back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem