Sometimes I'm happy,
Sometimes I'm sad.
Sometimes I'm lonely,
And sometimes I'm mad.
Sometimes I'm kind,
Sometimes I'm shy.
Sometimes I'm helpful,
Other times I lie.
Sometimes I'm funny,
Sometimes I'm corny.
Sometimes I'm friendly,
But sometimes I'm thorny.
Sometimes I ask myself,
"Why am I like this?
Is it always just ‘sometimes, '
Or something I can fix? "
What's the point
Of writing this way?
Is there someone else
Who feels the same today?
Hey dude, why are you laughing?
Is there something funny
In this poem?
Come on, tell me—I wanna know!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmm it makes me think and think .... what really is the point? and i found it!