How do you have to act?
They tell you who acts right and who does wrong.
Can you control your act when you feel so bad yourself?
Where can you go?
Who will listen to your problems?
Who wants to help?
Who can you trust?
How do you have to feel?
They call you anti-social.
They call you depressed.
Sometimes they don't even see.
What to do when you feel so bad?
When you have tried so many ways to feel better?
I have found a way.
I walk on a wrong path and can't find my way back.
Now I have to place my broken parts of myself to a person
And hope that she has the glue to put me back together again.
I hope I can take that step.
Don't you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem