finding yourself is a challenge
as for me i lost interest in who i really am
due to lack of socialism and insecurities
i've driven my self into ridiculous scenerios
which obviously wasn't interesting to me at all
i have engaged in conversations above my character
i have tried to mutate my personality to become like
those whose life seemed to be as perfect and inviting
when really it was as cruel, and pitiful as the green river killer
so i ask myself this question. ' is being different pitiful or exciting'?
MY ANSWER: 'i'm happy..........what could be more exciting than that'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem