I’ve got a secret, that I need to tell,
My life is not great, it’s a living hell.
What do I do, to feed my soul?
Will I ever really feel whole?
I’ve thought about adoption and surrogacy,
I can’t help it, this is killing me.
Why does it have to be this way?
Why did I have to be born gay?
My family line will die with me,
A failure is what I’ll always be.
very nice! i liked how you kept it secret til the pretty much end
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I would like to translate this poem
You're not a failure. You write awesome poems that are full of emotion. Nobody who can do that is a failure