I feel like it is haunting me
– my hurtful past.
I am seeing things I don’t want to see,
I am running fast.
Trying to escape from it,
Trying to forget.
Not having the strength to let go of it
And I keep running.
Now I am facing it;
All the things I have lost
Because of that one misfit,
Everything unrequited love had cost:
Self-confidence, trust,
Self-esteem and belief.
All my faith turning into dust,
Though I am not slowing my stride.
I am left with only doubt,
Letting nobody see the real me kept inside,
Not letting the truth come out,
Always mistrust by my side.
My fear is building up a wall
Never again wanting to feel such pain
Never again wanting to fall
Never again wanting to stand in endless rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem