Everywhere you go...
You are there,
Trying to find yourself.
And a happiness given,
From someone else.
And everything done you do...
Is an attempt to compare,
Something someone does...
With those things 'you' like.
And those things 'you' choose!
No one lives up to your expectations.
This you say...
As you judge in pursuit.
Even though your offerings,
Are slim to none.
As you taste and take,
From unsuspecting ones.
And...
Everything done,
Is from your point of view.
Perhaps that's why
There is a sadness you drag.
And you can not see it,
Like many others do!
Everywhere you go,
It's right there with you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem