I know in my past,
There's always trouble there and then.
But I can't stop thinking about it.
Nothing is really different between
Me then, or even now.
Problems' can never be solved
Since it involves me.
My mind is going in circles
Trying to find the pieces that belong,
But there's no connection.
What makes me even more depressed
Is that everytime I try to fix it,
It ends up broken or unspoken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem