time is running away from me.
I look at a clock when i wake up in the morning.
It says 9a.m
I look at the clock again,
It says 9 p.m.
the days feel so short.
I hardly speak more than 10 words in a day.
Not use to that since I use to talk up a storm.
In each day more, and more, layers of my skin is being pealed away!
Revealing what I realy want to say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem