Sad eyes around
No feeling of hope
Deadness of heart she wishes
It's so hard to cope
It's not that she doesn't
Love her life or friends
It's only that she feels like
They're not really there
Not meaning to be emo,
Not meaning to sound depressed,
She writes her heart in poems,
Submitten anonymously at best
For others to view,
And while they critisize
She sighs,
Who cares what they think?
Is all she can muster,
Of thought
In her mind
But the truth of it was
Only that it is only acceptance she seeks
Her heart wants to belong,
Her mind in defeat.
Herself she despaired.
All along it seemed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, nicely expressed. -Kylie M. Lynch