Is it all in my head?
Born to be confused or
Refused
Feel like a battery about to be diffused
Are we born?
To draw our futures on the floor
Did I make it all up in my head?
Dream up all these feelings?
Does the anger and danger
Turn me on?
Do I thrive from the hatred?
That some project?
Do they know or understand
How I feel?
No
They just assume that I’m playing
Instead I’m praying for an answer
For a way to make them understand
That they will never
Change me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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