There is something that follows me all day
Its always behind me but is silent
It seems to have nothing to say
But it also seems very violent
It continuously trips me
But it never lets out even a faint chuckle
It dosent look like it wants to hurt me
But i cant fight the feeling in my knuckle
There has to be a reason
For this thing to torchure me so
I hate this little demon
More than anyone even knows
This little thing ive known
Disappears when no light is shown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem