You know me based on what you see,
I don't think you see who you know.
You say I'm always smiling always giving,
When really I'm always crying barely living.
You know me based on what you hear,
I don't think you hear who you know.
You say I'm always joking, always singing,
When really I'm always crying. Always hurting.
Don't let my outer self
Fool you on who I am.
A am the man of sorrow,
The one with no self-worth.
I let you hear and see
To keep you off the track,
Of the man I really am.
I walk around in a daze
I read my life off a script,
One day I will throw away the script
And just try to be me.
Bu I'm afraid once again ill fail
And you will laugh at me,
For I am plastic on the outside
And dead underneath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful depiction of depression - life at its deplorable low ebb, well articulated and nicely brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing Gary.