I was seeking acceptance
To belong to something
And I honorable failed
I am yet to live my dreams
...I killed many dreams for this dream
I even started taking apart my own life
But my weakness could not slit my own throat
My strength had let me down
I cursed them and they blessed me
I cursed them with love, respect and friendship
And they blessed me with resentment, anger and hatred
At the end I lost the little of me that I had
But what comforts me is the truth
That I am neither lonely nor alone
But to them I am both
What makes a man what he is?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem