Some people describe me as an unserious person
As I grow up my attitude begins to worsen
But does anyone notice or care
I've left my religion and prayer
As I grow there are unanswered questions
And I am open -minded to many suggestions
I'm not sure how much of more life I can take
Before I snap out of it and break
And my life will never be the same
Please someone take aim
Or watch as the end of the barrel goes in a singular one second flame
The question still remains
Who are we
Do you really know me
The brain teases
Please will someone give me lethal diseases
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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