Im coming out of my skin
I just dont feel right in it
I dont like it when i walk and I talk while hanging around people
thats not me
Im really not talkitive or any other thing that people might think of me
The type of person i am is the type of person thats always
lonely on the inside crying on the out
Im the type of person thats been hurt so many times that
you cant even help me let alone help myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem