The only time you shan't be you
The times people demand of you
All the times you can't be you
Are the times there's voices in your head
You think you know them all
All they'll think and say
How they react to everything
That they'll smile your way
The sadness as you isolate yourself and life's a blur
And when friends, supporters, come, you look the other way
For you can't hear them. You don't see their smiles, their waves.
How they greet you; you don't feel their embraces, warmth, or taps.
And you look around.
Sometimes with a blank face.
Sometimes hard and cold.
And sometimes you seem bedazzled
and then crazed.
Your friends, supporters, greet you.
Your family and your friends, they shake you.
But you don't feel a thing.
For you died ablaze in the evenings past
convinced for good that you were alone and outcast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No comments, this is really wonderful! Love the rhymes!