You do what you're suppose to do,
With no frown or fuss...
Not because you want to,
But because you must...
Day after day,
It’s like a routine...
Don’t have too much to say,
You only do the right thing...
Soon you feel empty,
But you don't know what it could be...
You want no sympathy...
But it's something you can't see
Everything used to make sense,
But now you're lost in a maze...
You feel so tense,
And you pray for better days...
Something just doesn't seem right...
You look for an answer that's not there...
You stay awake all night...
But you feel like no one cares...
It's right in your face
And you think its safe,
Or should you forget?
Things don't seem the same,
But what should you do?
You think you should change,
But change for who?
Understanding means nothing to you now...
Your heart is pronounced deceased...
This should you allow,
Or find what is this missing piece?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem