I tire of writing poems about love or scenery.
I wish to write about the darkness within me,
But i cannot let it escape; what would people say?
Would they understand or just walk away?
I tire of living in fear of what I've become.
Please tell me that I'm not the only one.
Do you tire of trapping everything inside?
Do you tire of always having to hide
Everything you wish you could reveal?
Are you tired of not expressing what you feel?
I'm tired of needing everyone's approval.
Today is a day for renewal.
Please say you'll join me
I'm tired of being alone.
I'm tired of you being the only friend I've known.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem