Life experiences.
Different parts to put together.
Not necessarily of the here and now.
Trying to understand all of them is impossible with out the proper context.
But if I don't give it maybe that means I want to keep somethings private.
Chasing down my life leads as extracurricular activity.
Can you not see I don't write them for you so personally.
Just writing to release some steam.
A released emotion.
Causing a little commotion.
You think you have the right to insinuate, you are part of everyone.
You must think mighty highly of yourself.
Give me a name I'll point you in the right direction.
Otherwise it is not life or death.
But a poorly portrayed obsession.
I don't want hear excuses for outright abuses.
Your libel is the reason I keep deleting you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
clearly and definitively. Very good.