do you understand
do you know what it's like
how it is
to feel as if you cannot trust anyone
because 
what if i told one person 
that it feels like my head is spinning with 
all the things i could have done differently
spinning back & forth 
and i tell myself it is pointless
to dwell on the past like that 
but the thoughts still keep coming 
yet they are never complete thoughts
because my rational mind keeps cutting them off 
what if i told one person
it is as if many lunatics were dancing frantically
about in my head
all babbling loudly
and only bits of sense come through 
to my conscious mind
only bits of clarity
and the regreats 
are the loudest maniacs in my head
drowning out the poets, the geniuses 
pushing them back with
wicked 
leering grins
and so i feel i must kill them
annihilate those regret lunatics
cause they're giving me a 'freaking' 
headache
what if i told one person
what if i told you
now do you see 
do you understand
how i 
cannot 
trust 
anyone?                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    