I'm looking across the room not knowing where to go
They all have their cliques and I'm on the outside
I feel sad and lonely knowing that they aren't here
and that I'm on my own
I keep thinking I'll see them and I keep hearing their
hearing voices calling me
In the corner of my eye I see imaginary and unreal things
All these things I see were only allusions mistaken by me
Hallucinations can be deceiving making me believe such
false things
Fooling me to believe something that plain out isn't true
I'm disappointed and let down each time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem