I thought I was set straight
I Thought I knew what I wanted to do
With my so called starting life
It’s was just a lie
I was starting out with my fiery emotions
Starting out thinking I was good at what I did
But then I got confused and didn’t know
My path was cut off
Now I know my path reappears
I’ll write out my feeling my thoughts
Become a novelist, writer
As long as I publish
People won’t see my drawing off sickening fake aspiration
They’ll see my world
my way
my dark mind…
This isn’t what I wanted to do with my life
But it is now, with my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem