I shield my heart to keep it from breaking.
I hide my feelings to keep my soul from aching.
Without a shadow of a doubt, my heart wants to give
But the only problem is, is that I'm scared.
So I make mischievous decisions without thinking
Then I begin to lose what's meant to be.
My conclusion has now come to a start.
I'm good enough for the world...
I'm just not good enough to be in it.
So what's my purpose of being here?
'Undecided' is one word that sums it up so clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem