Alone.
I sit here, confused, new to this,
Unwilling to be found out,
Hiding behind my computer screen.
As the soft, untouched fingers glide over the black keys,
I laugh, laugh from within,
What am i doing here?
You'll probably never see me again.
If you chose to riddle us with such nonsense I almost wish you we would never see you again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I never said you would understand it, don't try to, and don't expect anything from me.