Im stuck in this patchwork life
cant break free from the mold halding me in
Im Jello
I just wobble but never run on my words
my actions vacant procrastinations full
Im an oak tree
my roots can only be uprooted by my actions wind
that being that me knowing me
Ill just sit here 'till I rot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem