Sometimes it seems like my karma just turns around and bites me
Then everyone I love and live with wants to hate and fight me
No matter how kind and caring you are this life just spites me
that’s why you see me walking with this weight on top of me
Stress pushing buckling the knees hurt pouring bleeding out of me
I try to forget I try to believe that if I ignore I can sow up the seams
I block out hate forget what I seen in the end its not what it seems
If I ignore the bad and go for the good I can forget the screams
I still sit at home and I ask myself……what does life mean?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem