DO YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE
STANDING IN A CLUSTERED ROOM
WITH PEOPLE THAT YOUKNOW,
YET NONE OF THEM KNOW YOU,
HEAR YOU, FEEL YOU NOR EVEN SEE YOU?
SCREAMING! SHOUTING!
CRAWLING ON BROKEN KNEES
BUT CONTINUE ABOUT THEIR DAILY AGENDA.
NOT REALIZING THAT YOURE THERE.
BUT YOU HAVE TO FIT IN
AS YOU RESPOND " I'M OK"
HOW COULD THEY BE SO HARSH
BLAMING YOU FOR EVER DOWNFALL THEY'VE HAD
IGNORING THE MANY TIMES YOU HAVE ACTUALLY TRIED.
"YOU'RE NOT PRETTY
YOU'RE WORTHLESS
YOU WILL NEVER MAKE IT IN LIFE IF I'M NOT IN IT"
THEY UTTERS AT YOU.
BUT WHAT IF THEY ARE RIGHT?
WHAT IF I'VE BEEN LIVING A LIE
FOOLING MYSELF INTO BELIEVING THERE'S SOMETHING
BEHIND THESE BROKEN SCARS
WHEN ALL THE WORLD SEE IS FILTHY TRASH
WHAT IF ILL NEVER BE ANYTHING POSITIVE IN THIS LIFE
WHAT IF THEY ARE RIGHT?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Roshana. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks