Often I can
not be extrapolated
to all my
emotions and put
them in writing
Sometimes I seem
to suffer too
much in this
world
Every day is
a condemnation to
hell
And every night
I'm happy to
be with my
twisted dreams
I suffer for
my anxieties because
they make me
feel doubtful and
too sensitive
Lately I am
very focused on
writing
I can not
pretend to be
wrong because it
is a catastrophic
consequence
Sometimes I regret
not being respected
I can not
wait to have
a home of
my own where
I can move
with ease
I am very
disastrous in relationships
because they don't
cultivate well
Sometimes I seem
to be judged
for my mistakes
I believe that
in the future
I won't socialize
with people
I'm trying to
change my lifestyle
but it is
very difficult because
people attach themselves
to the wrong
ways
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem