The Happiness in the street
Makes hate run from my head to my feet
Why it gets to me, I don't know
I will destroy it as if it is grass I should mow
They need to stop it; it depresses me so
To contain it, I must close my eyes, and in a boat I shall row
Row, Row, it's the only way to escape
But that expression on their faces is brain rape
I know what it is; the smile
The thing that enrages me more than just a little while
I travel for miles searching for sanctuary
But the only refuge is the obituary
Every culture, country, and nation does it
Why can't they see it disturbs me the least bit
For I am the only important one in town
The one that carries the sacred frown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Theres many a times I fill this way. I like it. It shows your feelings very well.