I haven't always been this way
I use to love to tap
But one fine sunny day
I feel into a trap
This set me into a deep depression
One i could not awake
Whenever i go to a ression
I have more and more hate
My thoughts aren't always clear
I never think of the reprecussion
But i will never shead a tear
Not even for my own cousin
I really wish you could have seen
Me before i was so mean
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem