As one final question I ask,
Why did I live behind a mask!
Why didn’t I believe I was good enough to be me,
In all your eyes I was something less to be.
Though I tried to live in a falsified glee.
In your eye an outcast was, he..
Forever I shall now suffer eternally…
But its what I deserved, never to be free.
Thank you for never allowing me to be me,
hope your happy ;) …
And no, I am no longer napping….
-Adam
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really liked this. A geat poem, and a fantastic write. May i invite you to read my poem called, spirits of the dead.