Lately, my body, mind and soul
Do make me feel in a bad dream
Where I have slipped out of control
And life has become too extreme.
Family and friends show concern
And ask me what the trouble be.
Their prying tends to make me burn.
But makes me ask what's wrong with me?
So to appease what they might think,
I do what some of them suggest,
Make an appointment with a shrink,
Who asks me to sit down - a test?
I find myself ridiculous,
But really don't want to discuss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem