How sad to still be
wondering who
you are once
you're ripe.
How sad to be
confused at your
own sense
of self. How sad
to be so scared.
Pathetic. On rare occasion
I see through
the eyes of another
sacrosanctity
congeniality, they do
know not the dark secrets
they would run far away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dark meanings... powerful words!