I am sitting in a box
With reinforced corners
And I am not getting out
I have hibernated with my bad handwriting
I am hiding from the world
Avoiding god
Avoiding conflict
I am wallowing in self pity
The luxury of everyman
Escaping with endorphins
But am I happy?
Today I found out
That a very sad person still lives inside of me
Crying for God
While I pretend not to care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem