I came up here to runaway from my fears
But they only caught up with me sooner
The people I try to hide from there here to
I came up here to find my place in this world
But all I found was nightmares and heart breaks
I came up here to think about my furture
And who I wanna be in life
I wanna be a writer, I know I'm terrible
I could be so much better
I came up here to think of what I'm loosing
For when I move away from here
So far I thought of nothing
Cause my books and writings are all I really need
By: cris son
Age: 15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem