Who am I?
Am I real?
Or a monster?
It doesn't hurt
When I fall
Over reality and sarcasm
I think I am mad
Like a hatter out of Wonderland
Or am I quite sane?
Is there a cure
To heal me?
I don't want this
So why?
Why don't they like me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are sane and so these queries arise in you. Is healing necessary for a rational being? Liking does not happen in a sudden. Time will make happen it. So much emotions are rained down in a few lines. There is an outburst of feelings! Appeals emotionally! Cheers!