Life 4 me is like a puzzle. A puzzle that can’t be solve like there’s a thousand piece s in every state of me lost and can’t be found.
Why can’t I just go and be me without all the bad thoughts and drama. Why can’t I just be me!
Why don’t people believe in me. Why can’t I just smile and be me why can’t my friend jus love me 4 me. Why can’t I find someone 2 say they love me 4 me. How do people see when I walk throw do they judge me by the way I look are the way I dress. DOES MY WRITING AFFEND PEOPLE? Do people think that because I don’t speak I dislike them are that I’m stuck up! Why can’t they just see me for me! ! ! ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are an excellent poet.. i love this.! !