There's something but nothing
there's a thing but what is it?
there is something that wont go
what is this thing?
there's something that makes me want to cry
there's something that makes me want to hide
there's something that makes me want to scream
what is this thing, is it
my figures
my size
my weight
my attitude
or is it just me in general?
you say im a perfect thing, a perfect gift
but that's a lie because i'm not the perfect thing
for you, it's that other perfect thing
she makes me want to scream
she makes me want to cry
she makes me want to hide
she lowers my confidence because shes better than me
shes the thing that hides my smile
because she's that perfect thing that is with you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem