Into this stupid world I stare.
Wondering at the pain I bear.
Thinking of the hate I see.
Wondering: 'everyone like me'?
Wondering: 'everyone the same'?
Deep inside we're feeling pain,
And always all, with nothing gained.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh sandra, it seem like the world is on your shoulder, but your right it does seem that way the world has gone mad, i find a good cure it works for me is to be madder then the world, crazy even, then the world doesn't seem so bad With a warmth allan