no one knows what it takes just to be me
they dont know what its like to look into a mirror and hate what they see
no one knows what it takes to put up with all of their taunts
they dont know how bad pain haunts
no one knows what it takes just to be me
they dont know what its like to wish ypu didnt breathe
no one knows what its like to watch everything fall out of place
they dont know what it feels like to have the world spit in their face
no one knows what it takes just to be me
they dont know whats like to be caught in disaster and forbidden to flee
no one knows that for me it is to late
and that is all, the end to my harmony of hate
-chris argumenti
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem