I'm sitting here,
Watching everyone,
Walk past me,
They can't read my mind,
Or my thoughts,
They just let me be,
With my past,
On my shoulders,
My future stabs me,
in the back,
I'm not psychic,
I didn't see it coming,
Guilt begins to stack,
No one knows,
who I am,
Or places i have been,
Physically and mentally,
I never seem to win,
These people go by and smile,
So I make a false grin,
I'll sit here a while,
Until someone recognizes,
All my lies,
Cause they did the same,
Someone relates,
To my fakes,
These falses don't restrain,
So I'll keep grinning,
Until they're sitting,
The grin goes away,
Replaced with a sneer,
Who am I kidding?
Sucks to be them,
Sucks to be you,
They don't even got a clue......; -,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem