Too many thoughts are racing in my mind,
Frenetic, frenzied, each confronting each.
If only I could leave them all behind.
They're hurting me and I just want to screech,
And I do wish they'd calm themselves a little.
If only they knew the pain in my brain,
The way I feel so fragile, hurt and brittle,
They'd show a care and try to ease my pain.
What is the cause, why am I so harassed?
I cannot give an answer to these questions,
But I do wish it was all in the past,
Along with an end to these thought congestions.
Perhaps the day will come when I am free,
When they decide to leave, to leave me be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem