I wandered through this life aimlessly
Doing whatever I wanted, shamelessly
Never considering what it could be
Or caring what others felt about me
I drowned my depression in drugs and drink
Not giving a damn what others might think
I hurt so many for so little reasons
Some thought my attitude changed with seasons
Now, I reflect on my somewhat vicious past
Can't understand how my life could've last
All this time with a heart filled with hate
Or is it my true Fate?
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