Mais um em ingrêis

Bom pessoal, aproveitando a onda de poemas em inglês, postarei o único que eu tenho nessa língua. Já vou avisando que eu só falo português. Erros, reclamem com o Dead Boy que corrigiu esse.

--This poem runs after its own tail--

Sometimes I don't feel good
and I can't understand what I'm saying...
If I'm really saying...
Sometimes the things are confused
and the words loses the meaning under my foot...
Sometimes my life escapes of my hands
and the best solution is sell my soul...
Sometimes seems I don't have any soul to sell...

I walk alone on my poetry 'cause I want to find me....
Find you... And I find only an infinite empitness...
A stranger of my own eyes...
Another's reflex... Another's reflection...
A lent language...To say of what I don't understand...
For don't really say...
Sometimes I don't feel good...