Tested my patience in vain
how many times will I allow myself to suffer?
I’ve waited in your presence.
I’ve waited in your essence.
My voice visited its lowest register
as I attempted to explain myself once more.
I wish I could demean my mind
to fit my life. Then I wouldn’t realize I'm missing out.
I wish I wasn’t so self aware
then maybe my words wouldn’t ring my head.
I am strong.
And someday I may be great but you’re never going to
accidentally belittle me again.
Words can be dangerous especially in the wrong hands.
But I won’t let yours effect me anymore
because at the times when your most
hurtful you’re most ignorant.
Sometimes you don’t know what you say until I
dissect your sentences and explain them to you.
I despise all waiting rooms and translations.
i like this poem alot. you did an excellent job of relating your emotions without boring me. it feels as if your at your wits end with some person and you're tired of beind stepped on and you're finally going to stand up with yourself. it's a good write.
This had a lot of emotion in it and I think that most people will know where you're coming from. I liked how you could get all of your thoughts and feelings down with out rambling on and making this become dry. Great job!
As I was reading this poem it sounds like you have alot of wisdom i think you maybe be the kinda person where you soak everything in and just watch everyones actions... this poem to me seems like maybe you was once with someone and your trying to say your not going to wait for them anymore... now i can be totally wrong but this poem is very good.. very dark... thx for the read
Submission Name: Translation
