i am.... helpless
i cant control the things i do
i hear the comments people make
i feel no reaction
i say i am alright when i am at my breaking point
i am.... different
i am... full of woe
i cant control the things i say
i hear people having fun
i feel left out
i say i will kill myself but no one listens
i am.... not the only one
i was born on a Wednesday
i was so bright and talented
i am so lonely and lost
i am only one person and that person is myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very unique...i like the mood you use in your poem, a calm hopelessness of gloom that seems almost tranquil in a shadowed way...sometimes i feel exactly the same way... always, lc