what have become of me?
i am not the person i wont to be
with the scars on my arms
the tears on my face
with every step i take
i look around thinking why me?
the pain i cause my self
no one will under stand
with the pain inside going out
its the only way for me to do so
why do people stare?
do they know of wot i have become?
because i need to know if im the only one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem