My vagueness is a necessity,
It protects others from reality,
If no one sees, they just won't know,
How high or how low I'll go,
I am the in control type,
Not a stereotype. I know
As long as you ask me questions,
I'll be sure to evade,
The truth won't show.
I am locked inside myself today,
Torn from within,
In agony,
Writhing in pain.
My heart beat is slow,
Myself, I'm gone,
I can't seem to even..think...straight..
Dodging around, like bullets
In my....mind...
These thoughts won't stop,
I can not find a...solution..
I am lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sombre spell, where one can evaluate. Not a state one stays in for long. many of us can see ourselves i this. well done.