Wasting my nights crying,
I go through Sunday night insomnia,
Just wasting my time crying.
They call me a devil,
Causing this reclusion.
And every moment, I go through seclusion.
Cause I respect creativity,
They call me atheist.
But i do believe in deity.
And life goes on without interactions,
Who cares if I am in solitude,
Who awaits my reaction!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem