I feel lonely and out of place,
I fool people so easily with the smile on my face.
This bully seems to be winning, his name is life,
The feeling of losing to him is like being tortured by a knife.
'I'm there for you' is what people used to say,
Their absence is felt all the more everyday.
Everyone needs a frnd who will all out sorrows share,
Only then the torturous bully can I bear.
But gratitude reaches my heart,
Everyone in our lives always play a specific part.
Those who are around be,
The other left for a good reason one day we will see.
If I constantly search for the light,
That mean powerful bully can I fight.
I wish the people I love would always stay,
But if its meant to be those who matter will always find a way.
And when it comes to the fight against that bully,
I know the day I win against him... will be the day I'm finally set free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.