It's so boring
here in this house
There's nothing to do
can't even scream or shout.
I go home
in a couple of days
Christmas
is on its way.
I wonder
what Becca would say
if she could hear
these thoughts so near.
I'm lonely
and it's boring
gives you time to think
about unpleasant things, I think.
I really wonder
if these are unpleasant
seems kind of like a present.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem