Solitude; absence of company
Labelled as introvert but turns out to be anxiety
Sacrifice; mistaken for generosity
always giving it my all, yet rejected time to time
Despair, Destruction and lack of clarity
Manifestation of death wishes advance rapidly
Intoxication and Rage
Its a little too early to start blaming old age
For my heart breaks and crumbles apart
Neither Happiness nor Joy do i see to promptly restart
I'm Madness at its prime
Unshakeable yet so fine
In this Unstable concoction of emotions
i walk another day with unclear intentions
Living, Dying I feign an indifference
The Pen is my weapon and Poetry my salvation
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I would like to translate this poem
Living, Dying I feign an indifference The Pen is my weapon and Poetry my salvation. really i enjoyed your expressions of frustrations in clear terms and examples. thank. u. tony