I am afraid of you,
yet we have never met.
You give me all your attention;
I don't even feel like I don't deserve it,
but deep down inside I know that it is wrong.
You have yet to realize it,
but I am afraid of you;
not terrified and shaking.
I am only afraid.
I feel as if you will judge me,
criticize me for who I am;
treat me differently,
just because of one thing,
an also of who I have become.
I wish I did not feel this way,
but my past has yet to leave me,
and I do anyhow my love.
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