I can't sit, or stand or be. 
My head is always running. 
My thoughts like bullets through my body. 
When I can rest I am restless. 
My head showing me things I don't wanna see. 
Dreams that I can't stand. 
It just feels wrong.
 
Wanting the new and not appreciating the old. 
My longing for new experiences is exhausting to me.
It feels like I have to pull myself together all the time. 
I want to do it but I know it won't bring me peace either way. 
My hearts aches for the right thing but it can't follow. 
Like I am sabotaging myself.
 
I can't be trusted. 
Leaving my home I forget it. 
I forget its worth and place in myself. 
When leaving my home, I leave my personality behind, I leave behind me. 
I become someone new every time step out of place for a few days.
And I become myself again when home again. 
 
Not the same, just the same body and smile. 
Feeling like that wasn't me. 
Couldn't have been me. 
Not ME. 
More like a corrupted version of myself. 
Like someone stole my memories and gave my actions to someone else. 
 
All these thoughts so I don't have to look at the truth, to not confront myself with what really is ME.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    