I feel the rush to my brain.
I feel the balance on my shoulders.
I see things differently now.
No one can replace my perception.
No one can understand my point of view.
Being in the mist of confusion.
Sometimes I just want to get out.
Looking at the chain reaction.
And knowing why I'm misunderstood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem