Looking in the mirror every morning
I see everything I hate and don't want to be.
People see a different face than I do.
Thye see a face that has no worries in the world,
But only if I could tell them who I am
They'd see the downside of this girl
Wandering so lonely and lost,
Wearing a mask and bulletproof suit
To guard me from the stinging of the wasps
That are coming to destroy who I once was.
They don't get me... (no one does)
They don't want me... (I'm all alone)
Why am I here? ... (In this world)
It's so full of hate!
People don't see what they don't like.
They don't see my pain... my dispair.
They're all so naive to the way I am
Why don't they see
What I keep bottled up inside me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Meagan, your poem is great! luv u lots, neena