lonely...
I should be happy but i am not...
oh...here is scorching hot...
i want to cry...
no one cant feel my heart
so i should die...
i want to fly...
but on the sly...
maybe no one like me...
it s because no one feel my heart...
it is my problem...
i m so sad... sometimes i speak to
myself..
others think i m mad...
It seems the world is turning against me
Kemisola is my name
Nanny name me not
But the pen is bleeding
Im lonely like a stranger
It seems i will never see tomorrow
It pains in my marrow bone
I feel rejected every time
Every is coming to an end
I need a writer
To write how i feel
I need mathematician
To calculate my grief
I need Musician to sing the song of ode
Im lonely
Im playing it all alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem