I cant expect someone to see
what's going on inside of me.
I've much to give. The little things
that plague my mind. My broken wings...
...are in so much pain. I despair.
I make the others 'round aware...
...that I am in a locked stupor
that makes me outlandish. I stir...
...the old with new. I'll not compare
what benefits me, my welfare.
I give into a simple rush
that turns me wild, my heart did crush...
...the sanity I never had.
Now I am struck blind. Now I'm mad....
...to have myself in this locked cage.
I rearranged my life to save
A relation that hurts my love.
My mind is turned around. Above...
...and below I have too much care
to throw away what is not there.
Copyright 01-2-2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem