People hold onto
promises; of health; joy
gold; love; enternity; just
But people forget
broken promises; false truths
Lies; needles and pills
are a must
People tell you
What is right and what is wrong
to such preaching and judging it is hard to sing along
They say you are good
no matter what
that nothing I do
can change that very fact
Why then I feel so alone
sick and confused, misguided
that these people
it is hard for me to live among
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very natrual...nice flow