In a long time, I have not seen a sunrise.
In a long time, I have not had a friend.
Even still, I refuse to socialize.
Even still, I refuse to befriend.
Sometimes, I think I should be less shy,
but to that thought, I say goodbye.
I try to get along.
Even still, something goes wrong.
So I go back to my cave,
as if I was a slave.
And I'll continue to dream,
hoping that one day, I'll have self esteem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem