What have I done to be punished?
Nothing as remember, weeping. But
something has been done to put me
in this horrible place and position. I
have seen more flesh than a pervert,
and have smelled worse things than
a fly in a third-world country. I am
white and pure, but I must have
sinned to be put in this asylum.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poor guy sounds depressed.