She wants to laugh along,
but she don't know what they're laughing about.
She wants to picture the places they describe,
but she never been there,
and don't even know where to begin.
She wants to sing along,
but she don't know the lyrics to their songs.
She draws into herself,
like a ball that shrinks
smaller and smaller,
as the world around her gets
bigger and bigger.
She draws into herself,
singing along to the song in her head.
She draws into herself,
imagining her own endings to her life stories.
She draws into herself,
drawing pictures, writing stories about a life
that is not hers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gosh, this feels very powerful. Sounds like a true enough story, somehow..(smile)