He was always drunk
I was always scared
I wanted suburbia without a night-cap
Just a kid I wanted life without a secret
Nothing to explain and no excuses to make
I wanted to be normal
I became a loner branded as shy
Enough time has passed for me to value my experience
I use it as a guide and explain it with my actions
It makes me interesting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent and heartfelt. Lifes wounds become our armor.