I feel felt out, like I didn’t belong anymore
I did get mad, just feels like, I don’t know anything anymore
But I’m not new here. I been down here before.
I’m different now, I guess its just a feeling I have to get over of.
I feel like am trap in a whole were I cant call for help
For fear of what they might think.
But I'm free, free to run,
But what is freedom?
Or maybe its just a word to say.
Does anybody now I just wanted to get notice.
Now its too late
I fell too hard and couldn’t cry out for help.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a touching piece, every line can be felt, nicely penned and heart written. Jon.