me, not you
be you
not me. i have messed up. you dont want that on the list of your problems.
i look so nice..and i seem to have a normal family. but do you kno the real me...or my family? look at our portraits...they look happy and giggley...but look again...we dont kno eachother as well as another. look at us. we arent happy. we never will be. now. do you belive. you want to be you. not me? ...no? well heres more. i have a dad who is in peru almost half the year. and a mom who is pregnant. she hates the world. i hate the world...ashes...ashes.It.All Ends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem