I stare in the mirror
and hate what I see.
A complete disaster
and that is all I will ever be.
I share my own pain.
I soak up my sorrow.
Sometimes I am lucky
that I make it to tomorrow.
I stare at the mirror
at a person in hate.
Can someone please help me
before it is too late?
I cannot take who I am
or what I have done
My reflection devours
the person I have become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem