Running running running
There is so much running and dodging.
Everything that I see can't be right.
Everything I do can't be good.
All this is getting out of hand.
My body is flooding with worry.
My eye's see what no one else see's.
What am I going to do?
I seek your forgiveness.
I seek your approval.
But I worry that everything I fear is true.
What am I going to do?
February 18,2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem