Why! I always think about things..That make me feel bad.
That make me feel angry.
That make me feel sad! !
I ask my self each time i go to bed
' why I always think about ghosts? !
and of darkness i'm afraid
My head is crowded with thoughts..
And each thought is talking to the other thoughts
I don't know what they exactly say
But all I feel that of thinking
My brain may decay.
Whenever I look in the mirror..
I see black shadows under my eyes.
because i can't sleep or stop thinking..
'Why I have no friends? ! '
'Why I have no allies? ! '
i tell my secrets to my note,
i tell my secrets. they are a lot,
yes they're a lot,
cause as u can see,
A person like me,
Is rarely to feel glee,
Though most of my time is free.
i try not to fall in love,
and keep my heart shielded
it beats just to live,
and i eat just to survive.
My vexing thoughts are haunting me,
it seems like they love my company,
and now all I want is going to bed,
to stop the clashing of thoughts inside my head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem