In this world of idoltry
I co-exist in harmony
No one notices I'm there
As if I'm nothing but pure air
I work hard and receive none
As all my hard work is undone
I have cried out, lashed out, called out
But my voice has dried out, died out
My life is nothing but a joke
Who could care less If I should choke
On harsh cold words of rejection
I pick apart my own reflection
Out of the light
I've been pushed but I fight
Into the dark
Overruled without a remark
In this world of cold dark stone
I just exist; I'm all alone
No one knows I'm there but me
For I'm the one they do not see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope you are able to re-consider that. Hope that you notice how you are seen, and that you've seen us. We are but solitudes toghether alone. And maby it doesn't have to be that bad?