This cold and suffocating dome,
Is only existent in my muddled-up mind.
It holds me hostage from the life outside,
The lie i was once able to live.
I am trapped inside my own head,
Trapped, lost, and alone.
But i am safe inside my little dome,
The darkness cannot leak in.
I hate it here,
But I love it here,
The snow globe in my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem