I'm just like that girl
Who's all stitched up
The one you see
But never know
The girl who cries
But smiles and laughs
Who promises one thing
But does the next
Who you can tell anything to
Her lips will stay stitched
The girl where you want
To deny the bad
To think only good things
When you can't change them anyways
The girl some are jealous of
But don't know the story
The one they envy
Before the find the facts
I'm exactly like that girl
That's the story of my life
Dream all the time
Write about suicide
The one people like
The one people trust
They can't think to see
Underneath all the fake
If they truly knew me
They wouldn't be jealous
They wouldn't trust me
If they got to know me
But if they looked within my eyes
Maybe they would believe
Maybe they would know
What I've been through and move on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nobody can know about a person in a fuller manner however they look at the eyes or waist. So, we need not expect an endorsement from the world for our nature and character. Just stay as we are and the world will come to know about our honesty, trustworthiness. Our deeds matter. Our reciprocation matters. We expect the world to identify us but how far have we identified this world? Have we gone into the hearts of others? 'Dream all the time Write about suicide'...this is not a good tendency, especially for a poet who should otherwise give a positive message to the world. Brooding within is not a good quality. Thanks.