These letters I induct
Onto this blank, empty page
With a head full of disharmony
A heart full of rage
These thoughts I work with
In my clouded, impaired brain
As I scribble my soul onto a sheet
Imprint every letter with horrible pain
Nobody knows
What it's like to be crushed
Beneath disdain
Nobody understands
What it's like
To breathe smoke
To never choke
On your own lies
I see everything
I see that nobody, nobody understands
In the brackets in between
In the transiency of my gleam
I admit to be misplaced
A heavy, sinking ship
With me as a monument
To its sinking disgrace
Nobody can see
Through these black, clouded eyes
Nobody can hear
Past my loud, misplaced cries
And nobody, nobody understands
That I realize
My falsehood
The bane of misplaced verses
I have no family
I have no friends
I swear
Nobody, nobody understands
I'm tired
I'm out of place
All I want to do
Is live in better days
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lot of emotion, expressed so well. So many long for better days. Our hope keeps us going.