I’m just another runaway.
Another broken dream.
Another pretty face.
Nothing in between.
Too many thoughts run through my head.
Screaming ways to act.
I’m never sure of what to do.
I’m about to crack.
I need a sense of comfort.
Instead of constant pain.
Tempting pictures in my head.
I’m losing the urge to refrain.
I’m done with all their insults.
Being shoved down in the dirt.
No one seems to understand.
How much I’m really hurt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem