I grief for my soul, not that I'm weak but time and nature race one another, where one lives in a fantasy while reality stroke from behind, suddenly failure is the only outcome.
Reality is unknown, life is tallied as one rely on the body than oneself, mental health feels like betrayal of mind on a windy day, as I feel worse than living for survival each moment.
A trial of error, where everyone is trying to figure out their own as you are, while you think some are certain but in reality, they're confused as everyone else, they're just pretending to be okay!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem