Am I good or am I evil?
People say I am the first,
but still I think I thirst
for something yet unknown.
My innermost inside
is the darkest shade of black
and I fear that I can never change.
I have gotten so I scare myself.
I used to despise the color,
but now I find I love it,
why is this so?
Is there something that I don't know?
Are my green eyes turning red?
I just want to hide under the bed,
to forget the deeds I have done,
and hide myself from everyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem