Burden me, for I know I crack your back
My "quirks" discovered as a fatalistic personality
I'm snapping too, my spine is bent
I'm a hunchback soul, it's stability I lack
I'm snapping the threads that bind myself
To this reality, They were fraying to begin with.
I flick them to test them and see if I can still stand
I guess these are the cards we were dealt
How can you possibly carry me?
Bent and twisted we drag each other
To the next checkpoint
A few moments to recover
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem