Oh twisted mind, what makes you tick?
I think I am a lunatic
You shake my thoughts and cramp my style
You make me crazy all the while
I know not who I'm supposed to be
You bring a living hell to me
Where is the shame in feeling numb?
I wish my mind would not succumb
To such an overwhelming doubt
Where will I be, when the lights go out?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem