Again, I've failed to be seen
It's fine, I'm only writing my amends
Never sure how I'm gonna end it
Not ever really sure how it begins
I know I'll never be
One of anyones favorites
No one will ever think of me
And say 'Look how great he is.'
'He's stunning and honest'
'His words really hit you like a fist.'
Take me to heart
It's all I've ever wanted
When the words paint pictures, it's art
Again, I'm feeling so haunted
Hear the walls chattering with the dead
Feel the pressure of the pen
I can't focus with the noise
Of you telling me I'll never make it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem