Rationing nothing,
using everything I've got hidden inside to
a passion pushing me through all trials and
sufferings without even thinking of them.
Strength not being recognized, yet everyone
else seems to think I have some.
Wandering among thoughts, being one with
nature seems to take up all my time.
So I only write it all in a poem without
letting it get me down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem