I feel cold in side
I have no pride
Nothing i try to do goes right
This is why i wonder why
I think sometimes
if i disapeard who would notice
who would care
i know they would'nt
they wish me dead
I have this dream
So real it seems
Im falling through time
ripping through the seams
This is no dream
I keep having this though
Like is any of this real
Or not
Iam nothing
just a stain in reality
but they will see
there is more to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
[ 'but they will see there is more to me. '] Strive so you are noticed when you are alive. Much that is real is like dream. Many a dream is a window to a future that may well be. Liked the poem. __Baru Gobira