Many people wish to be me,
I often wonder why.
They don't see the way I do,
I can't help but cry.
The outer shell is beauty,
The inner so confused.
Just put on a clowns face, so all can be amused.
Showing optimism, hopelessly filled with doubt.
People wouldn't envy me if they knew what I was about.
Until you live a day in the life of.....
the unknown,
Stay in your glass house, and cast the first stone.
The grass is never greener, with that I will abide.
For this reason I stay alone, never to confide!
With this said my friends, remember you hold the key.
What you hold inside can never be part of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem