Confusion has taken over
My thought process,
Making it almost impossible
To think for myself.
I scream,
But no sound comes out.
I cry,
But there's no water.
I reach out my hand,
But so many are waiting for it.
I don't know which one
To take.
It feels like I'm being watched
By one thousand eyes,
But I'm not.
So I'll just sit
And rot
Until I know what to do next.
Will I ever?
I hope yes...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem