I should be happy,
why am I not so?
Why am I down.
moving so slow?
I should be happy.
Instead I want to yell and scream.
Even that wouldn't help me blow off steam.
Instead I'll just sit here,
and stare at the wall.
Maybe I'll sit here and do nothing at all.
I should be happy.
I am a bit.
But not quite so
becuase I feel like s*it.
Instead my body is still as stone.
Look at my face,
there's hardley a smile shown.
My mind is working,
but my body is not ready to go.
Should I be happy?
Maybe it's becuase
I miss you so.
(Age 14)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem