I'm not insane, 
Just a little left of center.
I've had my days, 
I was just to strong to hinder.
Now I seem crazed, 
I promise it gets better.
I've walked through the fires of Hell, 
And graced the roads of Heaven.
Each day is a new page, 
My story is never ending.
Today I seethe with rage, 
Tomorrow I'm back in my cage.
In a way I never change, 
Because my story is never the same.
It's one big guessing game, 
Who I'll be today.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    