On the outside i feel awkward
i don't feel like i belong
i can feel eyes on my back watching me walk down the road
i know when they stare, i can feel it
i don't feel like i belong.
I hide it with other things
i escape that feeling
hiding under a roof doesnt help
other things help instead
i don't feel those eyes when those things take effect
it blocks it away.
I know i don't belong
i know i'm not welcome
but i don't care
i'm not going to hide away under a wooden roof
i'll mask those eyes away
i'm not going to remain hidden away.
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