When I think about my existence I realize it is just there
The world and the people on it are just there, including me
Life by itself is just a blur I see
When I categorize people there are the ones with faces and the faceless figures who don't care
And when I look to myself I see nothing but a dark silhouette
Those with faces talk to me more to the point I recognized them
While faceless people pass me by floating by like the words of a poem
Even those with faces eventually fade to darkness after a while
Everyone also has their own colors that is brighter than mine by a mile
It doesn't matter whether they are faceless or not
Their color shows their uniqueness and how much attention they got
From all the bright colors from red to bright blue, easy to track
I look in the mirror and just see a gloomy, pitch black
A dark shadow that's presence doesn't need to be here
But it is as I'm still just there
In this world everyone and me is just there
There are faceless figures and colorful personalities around everywhere
But in the small view of myself
A detachment toward the world is shown in how I view everything in life
A life and world where everything is just there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sad..... U need not to worry about... Just show ur talent world will come to salute u..... Bright and white faces are also sad......10 You may like to read my poems too... Naila