I wake up
Every morning
Wondering if
Someone is thinking
The same thing I
Am;
Does anyone care
For me?
I go to bed worrying
If someone I
Care for
More than ever
Is not going to
Be there
When I wake.
I walk the day
Companionless;
Loneliness piling
Inside my ungrateful
Soul,
Choosing to
Walk alone.
I walk the day
With smoldering
Jelousy boiling
Up my insides.
I walk the day
In fear of
The people
That walk beside
Me everyday.
You don't know what it's like,
Living my life.
You don't know what it's like,
Walking in my shoes.
You don't know what it's like,
How hard it is
To be me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
unfortunately..i do know what its like and thats the sad part