The older I get the more the world seems like a scarey place.
The more I meet people the more I grow to dis like people.
It seems like I am starting to see the world for what it is and not what I've been told.
In this world u have three chocies you can accept the hand ur dealt, change it or lay down and die.
I refuse to accept it and I am not ready to die.
So the only thng I can do Is change it. With or without the help of thoses that say they love me.
I dont know what the point of this poem is but I felt that it had to be said.
Maybe somebody will get somthing from it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Missey, Well in terms of yur objectives with writing this piece then you have exceeded your expectations, I got so, so much from this and can relate entirely to the feelings that you describe with such skill. Thank you so much! Take great care! Neil.