Poeme : True Feelings

Through the glass, I observe a cloud,
Sometimes I just want to scream it loud,
Time goes by,
Often I ask myself why,
Why I’m living,
Since I’m always alone even at the evening,
I’m tired of people’s fake smile,
I want to disappear for a while,
I feel somethin’ facing me,
But no one seems to understand me,
Even though I’m stuck I still free
Finally,
I know that nobody will save me
When I’m looking up,
I see the real beauty,
When I’m looking down, with some attention,
I can feel the human destruction.

tʁuɡ tə ɡlas, i ɔpsεʁvə a klud,
sɔmətiməz- i ʒyst wɑ̃ to skʁəam it lud,
timə ɡo bi,
ɔftɛ̃ i ask mizεlf wi,
wi iεm liviŋ,
sɛ̃sə iεm alwεz- alɔnə əvɛ̃ a tə əvəniŋ,
iεm tiʁεd ɔf pəɔpləεs fakə smilə,
i wɑ̃ to dizapəaʁ fɔʁ a wilə,
i fil sɔmεtinfasiŋ mə,
byt no ɔnə sim to œ̃dεʁstɑ̃d mə,
əvɛ̃ tuɡ iεm styk i stij fʁi
finali,
i knɔw ta nɔbɔdi wij savə mə
wɛ̃ iεm lukiŋ yp,
i si tə ʁəal boti,
wɛ̃ iεm lukiŋ dɔwn, wit sɔmə atɑ̃sjɔ̃,
i kɑ̃ fil tə ymɑ̃ dεstʁyksjɔ̃.