Everyone knows the feeling
You’re surrounded by the world,
And yet you walk alone.
I know this feeling; I thrive on this feeling.
It’s independence and grace,
Performance and stage,
Beauty and pride,
Honor and Self-respect.
It’s tough, I know. We’re prepared for the
strength required. We understand we have
to give things up. We know we’ll
lose something, someone.
But I’m never prepared for the loneliness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem