You are my enemy, yet I know you so well.
I walk through life, this living hell.
Each person I meet another lie to tell.
The walls around my heart, a cold hard cell.
Each word uttered, I wish it were true.
I second guess every little thing that you do.
My stupid hope encourages you,
And yet you break my heart, something I already knew.
Our bodies join, and our souls don't connect.
My true feelings I always reject.
And my heart, filled with neglect.
My emotions I'm not ready to dissect.
My whole being filled with pain.
Love in my life I am unable to gain.
Happiness to each person I feign.
My heart merely an old red stain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem