I just walked out the door.
I can't take this s*it anymore.
Why was i even shown?
Today is the day that i walk alone.
This blurred vision.
Life.. full of revision.
It all looks alike.
So lets go on strike.
I'm so tired of black and white.
So lets turn around and do s*it right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem