I didn't believe adults saying "Life flashes by"
That they were just old and tired
Now I get it, but the bar is too high
There's nothing I can do, except sigh
I have always said I'm not smart
That's when parents gave a "heart to heart"
Telling me that I am so bright
And then asking why I always fight
Am I old enough to understand?
Because I don't think I am
I don't want to be here
I am feeling all that bottled up fear
My mind is merely clay
In your hands for play
I am nothing but a bird in the sky
Shot by a hunter, and left to die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem