Right now I am in a dark room, sitting alone
I am scared, unknown what step I should take
To come out of this dark room, my future is unclear
There is potential in me, but it is so hard to bring out,
It is stuck in my head like glue
My heart changing over and over and
Every day has its picture to imagine
Every time I have birth new imagination
My heart shows a great enthusiasm, but
My head tries to destroy with reality
My head tells me I have something special
Because I am human, meaning I have intelligence
So I should do something important,
I do not live to relax. I live to make a change
I don't know how but have to find the real me
I am different than the majority of the population
I am left handed and I have a rare personality
As a teenager I suffered to live a normal life
I had high stress, because
I thought too much until I hurt myself.
The result of this is that I had to take medication
Trying to reduce the depression I had.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem