the world doesnt understand
whats going on with me
neither do they want to know
for fear they'll have to see
so many things useless in life
but all accepted
except a teen with lofty dreams
but balance by the bowls
so many times iv wondered why
teens today are used
while as a child they sat alone
angry and confused
crouching down upon the floor
to avoid viscous blows
of words an hate
and fling fists
and what else? who knows
creatures from deep inside the mind
the hollow dark abyss
scream to them their life is lost
they lost it is a kissunfeeling teens when will they learn
what prominant and good
an damn it, when will they do as we think they should?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem