The sigh ripples from my
Throat before I can stop it.
It is the sigh that I have kept
encased for 16 years.
It sounds of regret,
dripping with loneliness.
It shows the people around me that
I am dissatisfied and the
pity in their eyes, sears my heart.
I don't want their pity,
I want to be noticed.
For once in my life,
I want to be seen for who I am,
not for what I can do…because
if you look close enough-
you will see that I can do nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it would be upsetting to not see that you can do anything.