how i feel
is often good
is often bad.
it's often so horrible
that i want to cry
it's often so wonderful
that i want to sing.
i often feel desperate,
scared and alone.
i often fell joyful
prepared for the unknown.
i often feel courage pulling me through
i often feel knowledge sinking into
the depths of me.
i often feel smiley because i know
all these emotions help me grow.
they all make up me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem