I write to myself, a newer me.
A soul so unknown, so far & free.
I stand in a crowd, yet I feel alone.
Faces all around, but no one to call my own.
Caring words spoken, beautiful smiles I share.
I see through it all, & lie in despair.
There would be a morning, I would live my dream.
My hope still floats, no matter how difficult it may seem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem