They say that they know, but they have no clue.
I feel like I try my best, but they never even knew,
The guilt I feel, how reality no longer feels real.
The things that I can't take back, the things I used to steal.
All things I can't undo, because they're in my past.
The things I thought would always last,
To come to an absolute abrupt halt.
And to feel like it was all my fault.
To be expected to take what I've always known and throw it all away!
To have to learn to do everything a completely different way.
To automatically know how to do the things they expect.
Not knowing in all you do, will have an oppisite affect.
How will I know these things, if you never teach me?
And if I never reach out, how can you ever reach me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem