No ones knows just how I feel,
Or what pain I hold inside.
Know one knows just how bad,
I wish I could hide.
This person walking towards me,
Must think they know it all,
I said hello but all I got
Was a laugh because I’m tall.
This man behind the counter
He hasn’t stopped to think,
That he doesn’t even know me,
Yet he laughs at how I drink.
This driver with the temper,
Must be really sure,
That he knows my reason,
Of how I got this poor.
The girls with fancy clothes on,
They just laugh and grin.
But do they ever look deeper,
At the person I am within?
The workers at the work site
They joke and joke away,
But if they only understood
Or hear what I had to say.
Maybe they’d speak different,
Maybe they’d feel shame,
Maybe they would realize,
That I too, can feel pain.
Maybe if the world knew me,
Or even seemed to care,
I would not be forced to be this way,
Living in despair.
I DID'NT GET TO READ THIS UNTIL NOW AND I GIVE IT A 10 BECAUSE MOST PEOPLE ARE SUPERFICIAL AND THEY ONLY LOOK AT THE OUTSIDE BUT NOT THE INSIDE. GREAT JOB AND GOD BLESS
such a lovely and emotional poem. i liked it. its a bitter truth that people go for the looks and outside show, they don't go ddep to see what is happening inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can feel a good bit of this here peom. Good job Mary......I give you a 10.