Inside me there is this voice
That seeks to end all choice
It tells me I'm no good
And end it I should
It harps on all my wrongs
Ending all of my songs
It says I deserve the pain
Standing out in the rain
Tear drops fall forever
The voice and, the choice! With the mus eof life. Nice piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't listen to the voice. You're better than the voice tells you. Well written.
Thank you. The voice is strident and hard to resist. But I try.