It's around this time of year that we give thanks
But instead, Im asking myself why
And now I cry, because what Im thankful for
Is leaving, or am I leaving?
Everything is falling apart and I cant control it
Im slowly becoming who I once was and I dont know why
Maybe because...
Im not who everybody wants me to be
Im too much of a push over
Im too afraid...to lose, because I dont know
If I'll be able to control my actions
Im too strong for my own strength
And Im too weak to let go
Thats why I hold on, with all I've got
Because I dont want to be, Who I Once Was
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem