What’s it like to not be suicidal?
What’s it like to live like your idol?
What’s it like to be alone?
What’s it like to be a clone?
Whatever happened to individuality?
Did it die along with reality?
What’s it like to have someone care?
What’s it like to have someone there?
May I ask,
What’s it like to be like all the rest?
What’s it like to be the best?
What’s it like to live without worry,
Drama or mess?
What’s it like to be perfect all the time?
You make me suffer, like I committed a crime.
What’s it like to hide behind the shadows?
Not to be who you truly are, but who society wants you to be?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a good question to ask the paparazzi. always prying. the common people demanding more as the movie star hide behind doors. well done and good job to your bro.