Stressed and strung out.
Thinking,
what is living all about?
No one can hear my screams and shouts.
Confused,
baffled by this,
nothing more than blurrs and twists.
Trying,
to look past my history,
just crying hysterically.
Wish,
I could be reborn.
Born,
into a world of reform.
To a place where I can be free,
to a place where I could just be me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem