They think they know who I am
They hold me like I’m glass
And profess their love to me
I smile and attempt to feel
The same emotion,
But it never comes.
They want to heal me,
Cover me with kisses
Make love to this hurting girl
But they don’t know who I am,
They mold me into their dream
But I fade away from them
For I was never theirs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem