i doubt if they do really know me,
flaws-that's what they always see;
in *their nest, i am a loner
with *them, i am a joker.
*here, the only friend i've got is my turtle
the only things that can relate to me are pen and paper;
always alone in the dark,
can't even see any spark.
i feel like a stranger
everyone don't bother,
couldn't they figure out?
all i need is someone to talk to without a doubt.
i am tired of being in this place,
tears keep falling down on my face
as i was writing this phrase;
hoping that my anger will now be erased.
i thought nobody understand me
and it will always be,
but then i was wrong and i realized...
that i am not all by myself when Jesus arrived..
*their-family
*them-friends
*here-in the house
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem