The face i saw in the broken glass
wasn't mine when i was a child
it was to old for my age
i felt the world was teasing me
for knowing to much about it
Days wasn't days they became years
everything felt like it was rushing past me
i hope someone catches me up soon
i feel the worlds to scared to know
what i know about how it works
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the spirituality of this poem! in a way, the persona of the poem resembles me...