I hate my life and I cant understand
Why no one can see im doing the best I can
I walk around all day with a fake smile pasted to my face
Wondering when its going to falter then brake
I hate having to pretend that im someone im not
The real me is someone I havent forgot
Branded into my brain was the word “disgrace”
A simple statement that cant be erased
I hate that my intelligence is constantly underestimated
Annoyed that they cant see im continuously frustrated
I wish I could curl into a ball and roll away
Its not like they’d notice im gone anyway.
I hate that they always hold the past against me
Im different now but they still cant see
One day soon when I die
I hope they’re smart enough to realize why
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem