I wish I didnt tell you about my dream
Cause now you arnt sure how to look at me
And no matter what I say its whatever you think that your gonna believe
Maybe I should just leave
Cause I don't think your comfortable with me
You cant even look at me
And when you do yo either look mad or laugh at me
You think I should get help
But to me counciling is hell
And self help centers are like jail
I would rather be eatin by a wale
Or even listen to you yell
Till you turn pail
And your face swells
Then put me through that kind of hell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice simile; 'And self help centers are like jail'' nice poem..