I often think I am special,
So I need my space,
There peace comes and whispers:
'Loneliness is a disease, ' sadly
I knew that I don't like anyone
For I cannot love myself
I often think I'm talented,
So everyone needs me.
There space came and said:
'Keep the pace and
Buckle up Lungelo!
They always have me but
They don't know my abilities.
They drink wine and get drunk
Some killed themselves once
They have come to know me'
I turn back and no one notices;
I won't tell my friends,
They might run away, I'm scared
I fool myself, perhaps space won't
I write poems, no one dare listen
I write another, they don't get it;
I know, I have no reason to live
If I can't bestow in other's lives
In my bedroom, every day, I cry alone
Loneliness knows my name, I'm not alone
I rejoice, but no one knows that
I dance to the musical words in my mind
As I write down my tears and fears,
Success-my hopes, triumps and defeats
With the hope that someday someone will have
An open ear and hear, and dance with my mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem