If I get asked,
How are you?
It takes time to come up with an answer.
Yes, I'm great thanks.
No, I'm not okay.
I want to hurt myself.
Wait, let's save
me and this person the hassle
I'm fine...
F- Fat. Why me. I'm always cursed when it comes to bad things.
I- Insecure. Look at me. What is there to like. Nothing
N- Nobody knows who I am. I have isolated myself, I have become invisible.
E- Emotional. I sit in my room and cry. Cry everyday, cry myself to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem