Sitting here in class thinking about things.
Wishing that I could tell someone.
But if I do they may think I am weak or scared of something.
I dont want be know as that,
So I will sit here and just wait for something.
Don't ask me what because I don't even know yet.
I am supposed to be happy, excited and having the best time of my life.
But instead I am sitting here:
depressed, with so many questions,
hoping someone will answer them.
But until then I will sit here a wait.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem