I tried to be 'badass'
it didn't work
I tried to be good
it made my head hurt
I'm stuck in the middle
I'm somewhere between
I'm lost, not forgotten
a drama queen
you may say I'm lying
'cause I made the scars
it's 'cause I feel lonely
under the stars
once I ran, ran away
to a Wonderland world
I wasn't alone there.
I was among friends...
perhaps that is where I
went wrong, all things said?
perhaps that is where I
belong, with the dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem