I'm a mouse,
That is surrounded by hungry, raoring lions.
No one can see me,
No one can hear,
But they know I'm there.
They think I can't hear,
They think I can't see,
But I'm the mouse.
The one who sees
The one who hears,
... And the one that feels the hunger of the lions.
What is to say of what I should say?
I try to speak,
But no one hears.
what can I do?
I am but a mouse
That is surrounded by the lions.
This is just my personal feelings is, and I really want to become a part time poet. What do you think?