I believe it has been said before,
But let me say it one time more:
All of this, you and me,
And everything we used to be,
All people of the world, in fact,
Are less human than they tend to act.
We're all so fake, so lacking personality,
That it seems that we will never see
What, truly, our earth was meant to be.
So 'goodbye' is what I've to say to you.
You're full of superficiality too.
Like all others in the world who,
emotionless, have no emotions, you hurl,
Bad of aim, fake feelings at a little girl-
A little girl inside the soul,
Who feeds on sin, makes you feel whole.
Sentiment born of sinful acts
Is as fake as individualism, which she attacks.
But off with you!
To bed now, all.
Tomorrow I will make the call.
Tomorrow I'll 'feel' longing and sorrow and lots of joy.
Tomorrow I'll be a 'human' boy.
Tomorrow I'll have a 'personality, '
Tomorrow... well, lets wait and see...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tough being an individual in today's image world