There is no
time to be
mysterious
I think I
need to change
my life prerogatives
My only reasons
to live are
reading and writing
I feel alive
in my world
Sometimes being mysterious
is charming
Sometimes I feel
dirty and inappropriate
Many times I
don't feel great
or unique
I don't enjoy
new experiences
I don't want
to be irresistible
and interesting
I don't totaly
satisfied myself
I don't recognize
my imagination anymore
Many times I
dream to live
in an isolated
home and town
Sometimes I don't
understand anything because
in my head
there is only
order
In some moments
I'm not responsible
of my imagination
I have to
find another refuge
I don't want
explain what I
do in my
life
I want live
only for my
poems
I'm unhappy in
this terrible world
Maybe it's a
good experience to
live here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem