It is not you that I think lowly of
it is your mannor, your way of
expressing your feelings and
the harm you do to others.
You try to be hateful. You think
that people will respect you if
your are cruel but alas you dig
a moat amount your aging body.
You smell of fear and loath only
yourself for failing. You know
that you have crashed many ships
you are in a world that is horrifying to you.
There is no simple solution
for your pain. Only you can choose
a journey. Only you can
choose the name you will call me.
Copyright 12-23-2008 ©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem