Somehow painful,
How it whispers into my soul.
The sneaking of my conscience,
Will surely lessen its sense.
A sign of disrespect,
When my rights intersect.
But when things happen naturally,
They can't understand them actually.
This awful event,
Surrender I lent.
Spending my life with consciousness,
Growing justice less.
Though I need attention,
Aside from their determination and possession,
I'll forever sneak my disrespect,
Even under the sand in all aspect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Having read the poem and the 'Poet's Notes', I surmise that the title of the poem couldn't be more appropriate. That unsolicited attention and imposing watch on teen age children by over protective and possessive parents sometimes cause a sneaking disrespect to develop in their heart has been quite eloquently expressed by the poet who was in her teens when she wrote this poem.