The sky is blue
The light i have never knew,
Maybe if the wind blew
and love became true.
I feel isolated,
Dismatled and less fortunate-
Alone in ugly hurt
In lies I keep on telling myself,
About once upon a time
With no ending.
I hate all of this
This isn't life as much as I dreamt,
Maybe part of only good things you did
And I still die to feel.
I am not who you think i am
But what you have made me out to be.
Dependant, desperate, naiive and just a broken girl
Bruised and suppressed by the mystery that the future still holds,
You have made me my own stranger.
I don't know whether it is wise to say thank you,
I don't know whether you have made me stronger or gave me more reason to break down and cry.
I don't know what to believe anymore,
Or how i am suppose to feel
but I know one thing that is,
You happened to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem