Staying attuned to things being felt,
not wanting to be favored with anyone's
grace.
Hoping to be known, wanting just one
person to be a friend, yet being shunned
with indifferent attitudes based on
unreality.
Senseless anger directed at me for no
sound or sane reason.
Believing herself to be right, hurting me
to the core of my being, ripping my soul,
injuring me more than anyone else in the
world.
(11/26/12)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem