Loving who I am, but not knowing who I am.
Not knowing my real name, my real age.
Knowing I wanna know but cant figure it out.
Cant seem to understand the world and the
Obstacles put forth to me. What is the real me?
That is the question I struggle to know. Always
mad, never stop, is this who I am, who am i
really supposed to be? Never follow the rules
is this me? Knowing I know better, but how?
All around me influence of the wrong kind.
All I know is bad. My wrong doings hurt people,
Make them sad. So why cant I stop? Why cant I
Open my eyes to a better life? A better way of
Thinking. A better me. Why cant I know right
From wrong? I want to change. Show people
I can be good, I can recover from this demonic
Situation. I have to want it, want the change
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm hoping this is in retrospect, its a very powerful piece filled with raw emotion there's a lot of loathing, powerful and moving. A good write