FEELNG A LITTLE BAD.
NOT HAPPY NOR SAD.
JOKES, JOY NOT GIVEN AN END,
I'D FORGOTTEN MY SELF IN THIS ANTHEM TREND.
JUST WANT TO SAY SORRY TO ‘THAT ONE'.
FOR I WAS THE ONLY, BUT NOW NONE.
I HOPE THAT, ‘THAT ONE' WILL FORGET ME FOR MY MISTAKES,
I KNOW I'M CONFESSING AFTER TAKING SO MUCH BREAKS.
CRACKED ‘ONE'S MIND AND HEART,
PLAYING AND PHUNK WAS NOT MY INTENTION NOR A PART.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem