I am tired with life!
The endeavors for daily needs;
The ones that I thought I needed;
Or the ones that supported my needs.
I am feed up with all about them!
I was simply carefree;
At my young age I just played;
Barbie dolls and anything I saw;
The magazines I clipped and pasted;
Making scrapbooks, oh, pretty pretty!
Even my new flower printed skirt;
I simply clipped and sewed it short;
As it was bought on purpose;
As I will grow it would still fit me;
But in silence I made it cute!
Then I came to realized;
Playing barbie dolls and doll houses;
Wouldn't give anymore satisfaction;
As my own needs changed;
I have to strive to meet them!
Life is a chore, if not pain;
Hardships and doubts will come;
Even if you seem to be prepared;
Liken being ambushed, surprises astound!
You have to be quick, save yourself!
At the end of the day my heart is tight;
Panting to catch up with everything;
Things to do, chores to finish;
My mind is too full, eyes painful;
My body wants some rest, soul needs peace.
(1/09/17.8: 15.m)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Does this even rhyme, does it even have a tempo, a rythm? Im unable to find either, just looks like somebody randomly cut normal sentences.