I am not sure,
If I really matter anymore,
I feel scared at night
Never knowing that the things I’m really doing is right
My name is covered with shame
I’m trapped; but crying in pain,
There’s no need of changing everything about me,
But I do like the name “Jennalee! ”
All I ever wanted is to have more time
But the things, I do is filled with crimes
Being disobedient and arguing with my families
All I ever wanted is get away from my enemies
I’m not sure
If I’m really matter to anyone anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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