i feel hostile
my wisdom spreaded a mile
i now never smile
even down a weddile ille
such depression is vial
i want to be free
i want to be me
and not stung by a consent bee
i dont wanna be she
or he
i want a gold key
i want to be
and be me
let me out
let me shout
let me pout
no more doubt
in me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem