Childish behaviour is what I’m made of, nothing I can change but something I can avoid. Seeing life as a bike where mistakes leave scars, always there until the day we die.
Childish behaviour is what keeps me up, seeing things as innocence as a big lie, Acting like a kid not knowing where to go, hoping to find my one and only goal.
All these words surround me, changing my type of view; all I can do is try and fit in the group. No love is possible at this state of mind. So stop to think and be what is socially right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem