Its quiet, its boring
no one ever calling
its dull when its bright
though i have no one to fight
Crying myself to sleep at night
hoping tomorrow will be all right
groups of people walking by
some of them just too sly
Invisible, yes I am
to them not because I can
people, yes they can see
but to them I am as small as a flee
Never talked to just pointed at
to them I am known as the mute little fat
tried my best just to fit in
but always ended back in the bin
They think it would ruin the fame
so they make me take the blame
guilty that is how I feel
because they are just not real
Oh My God, Leen this is beautiful! I'm in love with your poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good job bro. I may not be your mother but I am proud of you :)