I hear, see and speak
Yet they don't understand?
The truth is alien to them
I can see right through them
I can sense their fears, pains,
worries and futile plans
So I pretend to be one of them
to care about foolish things
and talk about nonsense stuff
But when I'm all alone
I am as real as they'll never be
I must not ever let them know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an inspiring true poem, I love it, thank you dear Luz! Sometime I too feel like a stranger when people are around, but when I'm lonely, the soul is coming back and then, wherever that may be, it feels like home.