Inside me I feel alone,
The world still in motion.
People walking, but I’m the only one who has stopped.
I see me and I feel discussed.
I’m not what people want,
I’m as if handicapped, helpless.
I cry yet no one seems to care,
I try to fit in the worlds puzzle, but I seem too different to fit.
I look deep inside myself and there is pain,
New and old still there growing,
Yet no one sees that part of my fairly tale life.
I want the life that these so called humans have,
But they just won’t allow me as myself.
I want to just jump out of this ugly body of mine,
And stop my pretend life and live my true soul.
Till I start moving in motion with the world,
I will curl up as I am now,
Separated.
Write like this, my girl, and the truth of who you are, and what you are capable of, will come shining through. People are equipped only to scan the surface; our real selves (and their's to us) is out of sight. Regard yourself as who you FEEL you are, not the concept of you which others impose. This writing shows a talent and determination. Keep producing the goods and your esteem will rise like Summer sun - bringing smiles and warmth. Jimmy
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I would like to translate this poem
this is real good to, i´m starting to think you have a gift, keep going ´coz you rock at writing