I'm not insane,
Just a little left of center.
I've had my days,
I was just to strong to hinder.
Now I seem crazed,
I promise it gets better.
I've walked through the fires of Hell,
And graced the roads of Heaven.
Each day is a new page,
My story is never ending.
Today I seethe with rage,
Tomorrow I'm back in my cage.
In a way I never change,
Because my story is never the same.
It's one big guessing game,
Who I'll be today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem