I would rather be somewhere else,
wandering the world at night,
than be here by myself,
living in constant ennui and fright.
I love you both, I love you all,
It's part of growth, to not want to call.
Independence; is it really good?
You make it seem so bad...
'Placing too much importance on socializing; '
My fears are materializing.
Maybe I need a break.
But then my heart will ache.
What to do?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The first and second sections (pardon my lacking literary jargon) are brilliant. I felt the end began to stray away from the structure that you had, which is not necessarily a bad thing. However, it ended quite abruptly.