This feeling of unease grips on and suffocates
Me in its self pity, self worth and self loathing
It drags me down to its depths
Making me do these wild things
Making me act out of character
Say thing I normally wouldn’t
Things I cant even believe
Things just to make others hurt
Things that are plan just not me
This feeling so different then anything I know
Different then anything I’ve felt before
Unable to deal
Unable to share how im feeling
Just plane old unable to continue
Not knowing were to turn
Not knowing who to trust
But hafting to turn to some one
Hafting to trust someone
Anyone
Who will I choose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You can feel the pain in you're poetry Layla... Andrew 10