Why do the people that I meet pretend to care
when nothing is much further from the truth
alone and sitting quietly I'd like to share
I'd question their commitment, like a sleuth
I spend a lot of time with deep emotions
trying to imagine why they do
start friendship with such meaning and devotion
but leave a empty space for me to stew
It's not that I need people all around me
I'm more that happy with my own persona
I don't need anyone to come and find me
I'm happy that I'm seen as such a loner
Forgive me if I wallow in some cavern
filled with darkness, emptiness and doubt
I'm happy there, it's like a welcome tavern
and when I feel I'm free, I will come out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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