Sometimes we tell ourselves
Is everything perfect
To think about
Just one thing that we think we're missing
As the days go on
We feel bad about ourselves
As knots in our stomachs
Trying to figure out life
But sometimes we get lost
Overthinking things
That don't cost much
To think about
But then again where did lost in our minds
To tell the truth or not
To somebody that we love
So much we can bear a doubt
Life is hard
Sometimes we just want to figure it out
But then again it comes to haunt us
Just like a ghost
We can't even run it
Until we figure out the pieces
What we're missing inside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem