I'm scared to be by myself
neglected by everyone else
But when I'm with other people
I have the need to flea
It's like I'm never satisfied
Wish to be found but I still hide
and when the attention's on me
I feel like I can't see
And when it's gone
I feel so lost
Like I wanted it for so long
Wanting things unfulfilled
Is tearing down something that was never built
And to whine without any tears
Changes people's perspectives on your fears
And now I write this lackadaisically
Breathing oh so heavily
Because oxygen now is all I have
And hopefully my oxygen will last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem