We spend all of our life
trying to be who we're not,
fit in where we don't
why?
why do we wear this facade?
not happy with who we're meant be
somebody tell me why?
Worried about the exterior,
concerned about what others see,
scared of feeling inferior,
always watching what we say.
why?
02/11/05
you have touched upon the fundamental problem of human existence and done so in a very powerful poem good work!
Cus it's a cruel world out there Liz. You have no idea how hard it's to get up every morning and know you gonna have to pretend and act up, , hiding your real identity. That's how it's if you gonna make it in this damned world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i was listening to a sad song at the time and i might still turn this into a song. Liz