What have I done…
Why is this so?
Misery chases me, or is it me who embraces it?
I´m not a believer of karma, nor faith, or people
and I don´t believe in me, either – not anymore.
Age has hit me, no longer a child.
Though I act just the same,
Inside my head. I yearn for my mom –
And his big hands don´t compare.
For the first time in my pathetic life,
I am alone. I am alone.
I don't know your age but being alone, hits us all. You describe yourself as a loner in the beginning of this poem, maybe you need to reach out and make new friends. Just a thought. Great read on the terrors of standing alone. 10 from Tai
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I would like to translate this poem
Well written Jennifer, but we're never really alone. We've still got us...