How can anyone
feel completely lonely
in a room full of
people?
How can anyone
feel so small,
like the size of
a pony?
No one should ever
have to feel
like that,
not even a
little bit,
the feeling of
that you could
be gone,
and no one
would notice.
But still,
in a room full
of people,
there's allways
one who feels
like this.
Who would you be:
The phony
or the pony?
*08/03-12*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem