This place rips me apart,
i need a pace to settle my heart.
This place rote the soul,
this place takes its toll.
Critised by everyone,
the peer pressure ways a ton.
This place has nothing for me,
ask my soul it would agree.
I feel trapped in hell
unable to rebel.
Tost a side for the same old ride.
This place rips me apart,
where's the special place were i can settle my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if this place is your home...and peer pressure your problem...i bet you will grow out of it....10