Cant understand a single word or even a single reason,
why things that happen to me have a feeling of treason.
Betrayal at the hands of time...
Life seems to deal unfair amounts never knowing when not to cross the line.
I feel discouraged, tormented, beaten and blue.
Hopelessness follows and so dose act two.
Act two in which I go over and over the same page again, never making much more sense the the first time I sensed pain.
Learning is what I'm meant to get, wisdom and truth.
But I feel like I'm stuck without money at a toll booth.
Words appear as symbols and numbers as dots, nothing I try or do seems to help, not even a lot.
So my cycle will continue and my anger will rise...
I've seen no vision of victory here today that may come from these endless dark skies.
So envy becomes my drug wishing I could be as successful as you...
No more trying to be me anymore because I'm just not seeing this through...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem