Does the rain feel my pain?
Is that why it rains again?
Does the time wasted here,
Stay locked inside yet another year?
Is my mind slowly slipping?
Or is my stone heart ripping?
Denied, ignored,
Am I just bored?
Talking, telling,
Just fuels the yelling.
Clutter, tests,
My mind’s a mess!
Hair, ware,
I watch friendships tear.
Yelling, screaming,
What’s the meaning?
Love and hate
Seem to escalate.
Is this all in my head?
All of this impending dread?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem