I see their dark expressions as
They try to stare me down
I lift my head, my eyes are blank
As I muster an indifferent frown
They’re the same old faces I see every day,
They same looks that censured me yesterday
I can’t change the way they think of me
But I pretend to be blind so I can’t see
They still think me the black sheep,
The ugly duckling in their world of swans
They are with me in morn, and at night in my sleep
Haunting me, scaring my dreams away till dawn
They’re the same old looks I get day after day,
The same expressions I see everyday
I can’t change their thoughts; the accusations they lay clear
But I pretend to be deaf so I can’t hear
It’s hard to go through each day
Knowing the monotonous unforgiving schedule will return with the morning sun
And for all of worldly eternity, till natural death takes me away
I refuse to call it, till it itself does come
They’re the same old frowns that feed on me everyday
The same leers that keep my happiness at bay
I can’t change those emotions they don’t bother to conceal
But I pretend to be dead, so I can’t feel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem, nice job.