The beginning for me was not a good start
And for that i have a broken heart
I look for love in all the wrong places
And for that my time is often wasted
I wonder if i will ever fell complete
Or will i end up on the statistical heap
I work hard and strive for the best
Yet i feel I'm failing my own test
I wonder sometimes if i never existed
My thoughts become warped and twisted
I've felt like a burden most of my life
Always getting myself into strife
Causing my family to um and ah
But they don't know what pushed me so far
I wish i could share the secrets i keep
But they've been berried so very deep
My past it haunts me, even when i sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem