Sometimes I feel like painted Glass
Waiting for the time to pass
Zoned out staring at the grass
While people who ignore amass
I sit there dreaming of a life
One where I have children and a wife
One where I don't have an internal strife
Or where I dont stare at a knife
I feel that people see my pane
Maybe even that my dreams are slain
But I learned to hide the pain
Paint myself to hide the rain
If you see me while walking by
Don't look through the window of my eye
Don't watch me scream 'I wanna die'
Believe what I say though we both know it's a lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem