I don’t like it
If they put too much faith,
Or put me in a rush
Because they think it would be better for me
For me?
Or for them?
Or is it ‘us’?
I could no longer believe
Or have faith
In my self
Pulling me deeper into another failure
Please stop
Please
They think of me
I’m glad of it
But I hate
Their way to show it
Don’t push, don’t rush
I’ve had enough
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem