There seems to be no place for me
to escape from how I feel.
I'm tired of searching and coming up empty
and feeling like a fifth wheel.
I don't fit into the everyday scenes
that comfort those I see.
They are happy in their daily lives
and I am lost at sea.
Too many years I've felt this way.
Too many tears I've cried.
Not enough laughter have I heard.
Not enough tears have dried.
I will not pray for death to come
but will accept it when it does.
Maybe the here-after will lighten my spirit
for I'll be finished with how it was.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem