I'm unsure about my self, my life, and my world.
I dont understand what is happening to me, what has happened to me, or what will happen to me.
I dont know love, I never have.
My life is ever changing, never ending.
I dont feel pain like I used to. I love it, I hate it, I dont understand it.
I hold in the tears though they long to escape.
I can't let the world see me for what I really am.
A child scared and alone.
Lost in the crowd.
Consumed by the clouds, darkness surounds me.
Isolated from the others who pass me by.
Is this all really...real?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dude i think i understand where your coming from