I stood up for myself once again
I screamed out my worries
Now I tell none my thoughts
I am a loner
I wish for someone
to understand me
for me
someone to listen
to my thoughts
my worries
I'm told many things
but which do I believe?
I believe too much
I worry too much
I wander the past
picking out the best
parts to remember
and at present
I try to make the best of things
weather they're good or bad
I try to set my future early
I try to make things clear
I don't know what I will become
or what I will say
because I am me
I always try my own way
unthinking
unsure
my actions are too fast
too rash
too ferious
but I will change
I will learn my good side
I will learn who I am
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