In this scattered world,
I saw myself as on held.
I thought of my future,
But I'ven't changed nature.
I saw the way of the faded,
But I feel like isolated.
I wanted to someone's pen,
But the ink flows like hen.
I tried to be someone's green,
But saw me like a migraine.
I cannot my self them sue,
Because they're my pursue.
I called out to the society:
"I feel isolated with anxiety".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem