everyone is always trying to take my main Attack me like game pull me under like a one hit wounder trying to kick me while I'm Down looking at me with a frown always calling me names as if I don't feel pain pulling at my heart attacking me with a dart to tranquillize my soul and it can all take quite a toll its like they want me to put my life on hold but I will not unfold try and wipe me out like mold I don't know why they hope to catch my eye but its like they want me to die and all I can do is wounder why
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem