Isn’t it weird?
When everyday, I’m a dreamer with this strange life
Trying hard to find, what rays of the sun am i
Living with my own, where everyone doesn’t know me.
Isn’t it scared?
How could it be, where everything get weird sometimes.
Isn’t it sad?
Standing with the moon,
Myself so alone, dreaming with pain
Nobody cares
Just myself.
Isn’t it scared?
How could it be, where everything get weird sometimes.
On the corner, waiting for the light
Asking who would’ve been like this?
Been to a worthless cage, feels sucked
Where I tried to rise and fit.
Isn’t it scared?
How could it be, where everything gets weird
You scare?
Cuz everything gets weird sometimes…
© Reina h. Lorenzo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem