Things are the same,
But I'm barely sane.
For a long time now,
I've played the same old game.
But if that were to change?
Though I say routine,
Can make me scream.
For years now it's been,
The only thing I've seen.
Yet I don't scream.
I've had the same dream,
Far different from reality,
Because reality,
Is terrifying to me.
Does it have to be?
I walk in circles all around,
For six years I've been,
In the same old town.
What now?
When was it exactly,
That I planned to leave?
To escape the cruelty.
I'd of done anything.
But things have gotten better,
And I need to know.
Is it better in the Sun,
Or worse in the snow?
But I don't know.
I'm a coward in change…
-SOH
Is this an autobiographical poem? It certainly seems to be. You told me about moving from the Northwest to Atlanta (?) , but you seemed excited by the move. Is this the flip side of the coin - the stress of moving - whereas your first mention of it was the positive aspect? I know the stress of moving, and I just moved from Lilydale to Inver Grove Hts. - they're adjacent to each other! But moving can be a hassle. I hope writing the poem cleared your head. It seems to be the kind of poem that can work psychological benefits. I hope it did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, especially for one so young. Keep writing, Sana. Peace.