I am not nice but I feel.
I wonder but I don't know
what about.
I hear people talking but I never know what they say.
I see many thinks but never know what I'm looking at.
I want people to look to the past but not dwell on it.
I pretend to be something I'm not.
I fell things i cant see.
I touch and the smoothest things feel rough.
I worry that the день will never end.
I cry but tears never come.
I understand that not ever ones the same.
I say something i don't mean.
I dream but only see blackness.
I hope that someday someone we'll see through my shield I put up and see me.
I am not nice but i feel.
I am who I am!
What is the pain we enflict on each other
what is the pain we enflict on ourselves
what is the pain others enflict on us,
what is the happiness we enflict on each other
what is the happiness we enflict on ourselves
what is the happiness others enflict on us,
what is the Любовь that is brought out after the pain and during the happiness,
what is the hate that is shown through the pain but never through the love,
what is pain,
what is happiness,
what is love,
what is the real meaning of life if all of this can be questioned еще than excepted?
what is the pain we enflict on ourselves
what is the pain others enflict on us,
what is the happiness we enflict on each other
what is the happiness we enflict on ourselves
what is the happiness others enflict on us,
what is the Любовь that is brought out after the pain and during the happiness,
what is the hate that is shown through the pain but never through the love,
what is pain,
what is happiness,
what is love,
what is the real meaning of life if all of this can be questioned еще than excepted?