Maybe Poem by Wangchat konyak

Perhaps, I am the broken piece of hell —
Voiceless, trapped and wrecked;
Floating upon the exotic territory;
Trying to fit in, toiling to settle down
And attempting to adapt to alien ways.
My existence unknown, My root unidentified
And my tomorrow concealed in mystery.
Perhaps, I am bound to be ruined —
Wrapped in trauma; crushed in agony;
Trying to impart, standing to love
And stretching to forgive foes.
Perhaps, I am the unsolicited Guest —
Unrest, contempt, and detested;
Maimed for wanting peace and quiet.