They say love overcomes all.
But what do you do when half your life
Is lived without love?
When someone leaves you behind
Without saying goodbye?
Sure, it wasn't my fault
And I don't regret you leaving me,
To fend for myself.
But sometimes I do wish
that you would come to see me.
I know you have your life
But I believe I was part of it.
Is that what you want?
For me to leave?
I try to think of ideas
To make you see me.
But you still never ask about me,
But you still really don't care.
You left me behind.
As if I was the runt
And your life was the the litter.
Is that how you see me?
A runt?
Somehow, I find it in myself to make exuses
For you.
But recently, I realize there is no excuse.
No excuse for leaving me.
Then I think about it
And come to conclude
I don't need you.
I have my own figure to follow
Someone else to look up to.
Even if it hurts me inside,
I have lived almost fourteen years
Without you or your love.
I can live the rest of my life
Without it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem