Some just enjoy discomfort
reconciling it as danger and mistaking it for risk
One day we'll all realize
we're begging for the pity, starving for a kiss
Some die for attention
Because their mother's were their lovers
And their hero's were their brothers
Promise you'll never mention,
How you know that I revere
The secrets in the midst.
And what I did to live
Among the freaks of the abyss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem