From the outside you never know...
if the inside does dope...
from the outside its hard to see...
how mean the inside is...
from the outside its hard to breath...
with all the bacteria the inside leaves...
from the outside its hard to achieve...
with all the attention the inside grieves...
from the outside its hard to grow...
because know else wants to know...
cause when you on the inside...
you dont really care...
about more than anything but your precious hair...
or your new pearl earings...
well know you better hear me...
when you on the inside you have to realize...
that the outside needs to be reconized...
they must get their chance to shine...
cause if you dont youll never know...
till they all fade to dust...
like time...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everything returns to the dust true