In todays world
Everyone seems strong and fearless
Ready to make a change
But I seem to be lagging behind
Scared
Not ready to make a change
I retreat to my corner
Alone, once again
Quite low
Depressed if I may say
No one around
Alone once again
Can't seem to find my way around
Confusion is a part of me
Not sure of success
Afraid of disappointment
I decide no to try
I give up
Living
But no life
No inspiration No muse
No purpose
Can't handle it
Its too much
I finish
I am history
What difference did I make
Who did I influence
What did I achieve
Life was worthless
I wasted it worried
I wasted it depressed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I feel that way too, more often than I'd like. Thanks for sharing, Antonia. Peace