Afraid to live.
And then within that fear,
Set restricting limits?
Only to begin questioning the choices made,
By those you determine...
Unsuitable for your taste and preference?
To you that may not sound elitist.
However that reeks of deep psychological disturbance.
Perhaps the kind one does not recognize.
But one that if persisted,
May find drifting alone...
In known but unshared darkness.
Stunted!
With a comprehension sterile and quite stodgy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love it.. its really really good.. keep it up i would so rate this a 10.. it would be higher but it doesnt go that far..