If you knew
the overwhelming
confusion
disruption
you’re brought to my
disordered
bewildering life
I doubt you’d change a thing.
If you knew
the bemused
unsettled
perturbed
nature of my thoughts, my
confounded
muddled mind
I don’t think you’d explain.
If you knew
the many
harrowing
tortuous
ways in which I’m trying
desperately
wretchedly not to care
maybe you’d learn to care for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem