I'm supposed to be the person,
who's giving and kind and sweet,
Not a selfish little girl,
who deserves to get beat,
but some things i just can't help,
and these things don't work out well,
There's a line that someone just shouldn't cross,
and damn he crossed it,
I'm not ever supposed to blow up,
maintain my composure at all times,
but this one just exploded me all on the inside,
and it hurts and it stings,
man i wanna kick his a-,
But that means I'm not a lady,
And i must always show some class,
I won't give away my composure,
to the anger in my being,
even if that means I'm locked up,
for me there is no freeing,
There's a person deep inside,
who right now wants to explode,
but i might as well implode....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem