They’re cutting my lines
They’re capitalising my titles
They’re removing my symbols
They’re censuring my poems
I can’t log in
I can’t log out
I’m off the reading list
Due to proxy servey errors
Am I’m the one who’s supposed to be
What
Like paranoid?
Am I the one who’s not supposed to have
What
Like good intentions?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem