The demons with in.
My demons lie with in.
They stay hidden sometimes, but never forever.
It's been awhile since they've attacked.
They'll come again soon enough.
I close myself off from society.
I try to get help, but no one understands.
Why is it so hard to get help.
It's just so hard!
I hate most of the people around me.
I'm sure they hate me too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem