It's late.
No one is awake.
At the time I need them most.
Everyone always has an excuse.
It's early
I just woke up from a night full of thoughts
I begin my day with people needing advice
Knowing I need it more than them.
It's mid-day
I finally forced a smile on my face
No one knows how miserable I am.
And I think I'll keep it that way.
It's late again
I'm trying to sleep like everyone else
And at the time I need them most they're busy
And when they need me I'm always free.
There's always an excuse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem