They don’t understand

They don’t understand


What for I live?
Sometimes, I can’t understand my mind.
What was before this week?
What will be next: we will live or die ?

No idea – woudn’t found
Everyday I ask myself – don’t cry...
Be a simple – don’t going down,
But all looking at me – like I’m die

To do next step – I must ask people around ,
They haven’t any questions,
I’m just go – that’s all – I’m just a sound,
Don’t think, don’t hear, don’t do suggestions...

But I don’t want and can’t doing this
Give a favour – to all...
No – it isn’t for me
I’m just want to hear – I love you – It makes me whole.Стихотворение о том, что окружающие тебя \\\"взрослые\\\"люди имеют над тобой определенную власть, пока ты не докажешь,