Im tired and afraid couse I can't find myself in this world today.so I struggle and I fight, then I put my hands down and run towards the light.but it's a lie, or it's a dream, or it's a diversion filled with colours, and myth, and funny looking freaks.and then I pick up the phone and listen to my mom say, don't worry, every thing will be alright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem