Stuck in a world were everybody pretends to be
something they're not?
including me...
how i wish that people could see the real me
to express myself freely
so many thoughts run through my head
yet not one have i dare said
people think that you can only be one thing
but you can be so much more
in that state of mind you won't amount to anything
stuck in a world were everyone pretends to be
can't help but wonder
will we ever be free?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like how it askes the reader a quesiton at the end. great write (^___^)