I'm very good
on creating mess
and buying things
I don't bear
chaos and people
There's no remedy
for my obsessions
I'm angry with
everything and everyone
I'm bored of
many things
I hope soon
I live alone
In some days
I'm too sad
that I think
my life is
too poor for
anything even for
feelings
I want do
so many things
that I'm too
confused on which
are important to
me
It's very difficult
to concentrate on
something that is
insignificant
It's terrible to
not have goals
or a long-term
purpose
I believe I
lost the gift
of dreaming of
crazy things
I would like
to have clear,
logical and feasible
priorities
I'm powerless and
disgusted by my
uselessness
I'm extremely ridiculous
on doing things
I believe I
haven't found a
lasting purpose for
the future life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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very honest poem with excellent conclusion: I believe I haven't found a lasting purpose for the future life 10+++++ well done