Can you imagine growing up
with no one ever around
nobody in the distance
not even one sound.
can you imagine laying in a bed
all curled up and cold
trying to be brave
trying to be bold.
can you imagine harboring emotions
that are eating you inside and out
scratching every part of your skin
begging to get out.
can you imagine going through this
or is it unreality
I would know all this first hand
because these things happened to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you poor thing..........................