too many opinions, should i give a damn?
i'm in a fix to me all this is a sham.
will this all make me a better being?
i hope so, failure is not an option i'm seeing.
down the forgotten road, i see myself alone
all wet, worn out, tired from skin to bone
strangely i miss my weary state of mind
atleast i was myself, now i'm hard to find
should i go back to the way i was before?
unstatic, even then of the state i was sure
this moment scares me for being so perfect
i am not confirmed of my future prospect
your smile makes it harder to think through
you are enjoying this, it's not new to you
why did you get me here? you don't need me
your selfish attitude will get me wrecked fully
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