People want me to be the best
Just like the rest
They don’t know how I feel
Or what’s the real deal
No one’s perfect, I tell them
But the light becomes dim
I was always by myself on this
They seem to not get it
I was all abandoned
All by myself, feeling down
Why I sit here and cry
When I always try
Myself I’ve solved several cases
I always tied my shoelaces
But out of curiosity
By myself in this city
Everyone says they don’t care
But they always seem to want me to share
The information I have
This down-and-out half
Of what I want to say
But just not today
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem