Sometimes words are
poisonous
Sometimes I think
I have a
cruel fate
Sometimes I'm bored
to be alone
I want to
be more selective
in my life
I want to
have a perfect
and silent place
I hate the
confusion
There aren't words
to describe how
I feel in
the loneliness
I want to
be right in
every situation
I don't want
to be inappropriate
anymore
I need to
dream of desperate
things
I want to
avoid various concerns
at all costs
Sometimes I need
a secret confidant
I would like
to find authentic
love
I want create
a special and
unique bond with
myself
Sometimes I don't
want to fight
my fears
I would do
so many things
I don't like
news
I'm totally immersed
in creating order
I search for
the smart refinement
I want an
independent mind
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