In a job that I hate, don’t even care that I’m late
Can’t remember the last time that I ate
Wishing I had a date, seems like someone playing with my fate
Feel like im trapped within a gate
Need to escape from this place
Somewhere to hide my face, I’m tired of the chase
And having people on my case, everyone moving at a fast pace
I just want to vanish without a trace
Seems like life’s playing a game
I’m wondering around without an aim
Is it even worth having a name
Everything around me seems so lame
Everything is just the same
There’s no depth in what people claim
I stand out in the rain
Watching life pass by like a speeding train
I look at the trinket on my chain
The only thing that makes me feel sane
One day I’ll be on a cane
And eventually I will leave my pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem