Feel like I have been a cold b for this past week
Maybe two
Feel like I have been an exuberant downer too
All of these people before my eyes
Who can I call?
Who is important to me in my life?
All of these people here, seemingly so close to me
These people here
So many seem so foreign, distant, and unknown
Tell myself that I do not care
Tell myself that I will reach out
Tell myself I am happy
Am I under a spell of disillusion and distrust?
Am I under a spell of self-denial?
Am I crushing myself?
So many friends surrounding me, reaching out, offering help
So many friends that I am denying I know at all
Why so conflicted?
Why can't I just accept this situation that I am given?
These opportunities
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the confusion and conflict of the mind well expressed..