Cling to the norm
just another robot
waiting to be told
what to do.
Peg me as a useless,
incompetent fool.
Who has no place to go,
no plans, and a future
that is not yet formed.
My heart is loud, yet stumbles.
Childish in every way,
being naive is my choice of reality.
Holding on to the past
because i know it still exists.
Frequent visit to moments I
felt torn down.
The world is bleak,
people tones make me weak
to sensitive to speak, but
its all buried underneath
a pleasant smile.
How much longer must i walk through
life with closed eyes and shut lips?
*Shoulder shrug*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello poet Arrogant. Your poem speaks of one of the great mysteries we all will face from time to time. I enjoyed. I do want to thank you again for your recent visit to my work. Loyd