What is it?
Is it me?
Something that I say?
Something that I do?
I'm not so sure what it is
I don't think it's me because my friends tell me I'm nice
I say only what is on my mind.
I act the way that I think is right.
Why do some people judge me before they get to know me?
Why can I never get the guy I want?
What is it when I get a romantic though or feelings for a guy, their yanked way form me in a flash?
And why I'm left all alone?
Well, maybe people are just way to ignorant to see me for me.
Well, guys are very askew from the angle I see them.
Maybe just most guys are shallow and injudicious fools.
At least this is what I am told, and I can get statements.
Will I ever find someone for me?
Will I finally be in felicity?
Will I get a happy ending?
Is it just life?
Well, I don't know if I'll find him, but hopefully I will, unless I've met him in disguise already.
Even without him here now, I am happy, but I do feel a little empty.
I look forward to getting my happy ending.
Because that's what life is about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem