You say these things and that.
These emotions are welling.
Maybe they're right.
Harsh words beat me down.
And I wonder
Am I worth fighting for.
It might be true,
Where am I supposed to go?
I feel this weight coming down,
I feel as if nothing is right.
Am I worth fighting for?
Or am I worth nothing at all?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem