Who I'm I in the world?
I ask myself
I'm neither a bird
Nor a wooden shelf
But a vacuum of ignorance.
That describes me perfectly
Being hate by those who I love
And being ashamed of what I have
Being disappointed by my only lover
I even feel better to be judged by my cover
Because inside it's a mess
And the worries about love have made it worse
Darling you know me better
Tell me who I am in the world
I try to think more and greater
But without you I've failed
If I'm nothing in the world
I do not exist in your heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem