Your words, they do
mean the world to me
but yet a piece of me 
says just go, he's not worth it.
You treat me like 
I am a piece pf dirt, 
underneath your fingernails.
Well, I am not dirt and I don't 
belong to you.
I'm sorry but, 
as you can see
I refuse to be just 
another one of your posessions.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    