Idealists Poem by Suzana Mustra

I hate to moan and talk about the bad things,
but unfortunately people always disappoint me again and again.
I behave like a little baby that always believes in good,
that always thinks that the world has changed.

When will I understand how it really works? !
Maybe never because I'm a dreamer,
I'm one of those idealists that just don't fit in in this world.

I live in imaginary world where everyone gets what he deserves,
Where justice is not just a forgotten word,
Where you pay if you are wrong.
Oh what a nice dream

Do I really have to wake up?
Do I have to stop dreaming and hoping for better world?
Or I have to disappoint myself over and over again? !

If I had knew the answer
I wouldn't have been writing this words in this poem.
What a great headache.

What an amazingly rough world for people like me,
for the dreamers, for the idealists.

© 2016 Suzana Mustra