All the time I feel like I do something wrong
All ways getting yelled at or punished
Trying to run away
But the distances is to far me to reach
A never ending cycle of terror
I lay on my bed and cry
I feel as if I am hooked on chains
Restrained on the wall with no privileges
I bellow and weep trying to find my inner love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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