What is this feeling that I carry around..
The one that kicks me further to the ground?
This feeling around that I carry with me..
It never lets me be.
I have a bad attitude and see things in a negative light.
I walk around angry and do things for spite.
Why the hell are you looking at me?
What do I care if I live life right?
Get off my back and let me be.
I dont want to be bothered, don't want to be free.
Free from this feeling that encompasses me.
This feeling I feel of melancholy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really likd it a lost..xpresses d innermost feeling..d poem is flowin wid it!