I don’t think I have ever been so sad,
It’s a new passing day and the sun still isn’t shining,
I can’t get used to this feeling it’s not me,
But I can’t do much to change it,
I don’t know where to even begin,
This is all too complicated for me,
All I do is complain about my problems,
All I do is think that if I sprinkle a little hope,
It’ll turn gold,
Too bad it doesn’t work that way,
I can’t turn to anyone for this,
I must do this on my own,
Maybe settle down and call this place my home,
Because even though it my look ugly on the outside,
I am actually very comfortable here,
It’s kind of strange to finally look at these thing with a postitive outlook,
It’s nice to wake up and looking forward to staring out the window,
The sun may not be shining and the birds might not be singing,
I know it may look bad,
I am happy with what I have,
I am done waiting for things to change,
I am going to stand up for myself,
Finally…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem