I'm not what people think of me,
I just have mixed feelings about who i want to be.
I wanna reach out,
but the stars are to far so all i can do is shout.
I'm much to confused,
I'm fragile, and bruised.
Maybe i'm just invisible because people cant see,
that i'm not what they think of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem