I don't hate my name
But I don't want people to call me
Because when they do
They do it for their own good
Because they need me
That's normal of course
But it turned out to be daily
I was a full time slave in my lifetime
I multitask and I find solutions
I conquer the impossible
But it is impossible for me…
To be free, to deny and to say no
It burdens me, it drags me down
But I can't utter the magic word
I can't resist, I can't excuse myself
When I accept requests
I can't stop it anymore
It slowly makes me crazy
Losing myself through time
Through the difficult process
YOU ARE READING
Broken Pieces Of A Mirror
PoetryThis is a book of poems about the broken souls and the weary hearts. The one's who seeks for revenge and the one's who want to voice their hatred and judgements. The one's who are afraid, frustrated, disappointed and felt worthless.
