This might be a strange thing to say
But I dont know whats happening along the way
I dont know why I feel so sad every single day
I dont know when to feel glad about the meaningless accomplishes that I make
I dont know if I can keep putting up a facade
I dont know why I hate school every single day
I dont know why I feel like I am out of place
Im sorry for the repetitive nature of my ways
Maybe thats why I feel like I am stuck in place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem