Will I ever be free from this tormented place
Will I ever be good enough or am I just a doll with a broken face
Will I ever be accepted for who I am and not something they want me to pretend
Will my feelings ever matter or mend?
Will I ever be able to wake up and hope everything was a dream
Will I ever be able to just breakdown and scream
Will I ever be good enough even though I try my best
Will I ever be listened to even if I'm weak and distressed
Will I ever have the answers for the ones that remain oblivious inside my confused head
Will I ever know of how my words are left unsaid.
Melissa Patty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very deep words with meaning.
Thank you!