I just can't deal with it
My life is just a blur
It's like someone grabbed a spoon
Put my life in a bowl, and stirred
What's wrong with them?
What's wrong with me?
Is it just the fact
That I'm not meant to be happy?
I'm not meant to have friends
I'm not meant to live
It's like I'm not taking
I'm just expected to give
The bullies are horrible
I just can't cope
I could tell the teachers
But there's just no hope
I need to runaway
To somewhere I can call my own
So I'm packing up my gear
And across the streets I'll roam
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Once again, well done, i feel as if your poems reflect my own feelings