Pulled down through the cracks of society, follow the trend, i think not.
My duty is to sit silently in the backround, ever present but hardly noticed until..
You need me. My purpose becomes clear, know one needs to know who i am, all that matters is i help them any way i can.
No one wants to listen to the troubles of my life, so I sit and listen as they speak of their hatred and their strife, their problems
and after, they bustle about their daily lives, again i fade. I am an angel, a demon, a person, a shadow. Im there and im not.
Ever restless i stand in waiting, Alone amongst the masses.
read mine. try to make them shorter sentences =] good one tho dylan
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I would like to translate this poem
mine has the same title. didnt notice until i searched for mine, yours is good