they stare at you endlessly,
you try to escape them,
but the follow you,
even when your alone, they stare.
they have hate and judgment in them,
always criticizing, and hatting.
you've done nothing,
yet they stare.
they stare yet they don't know you,
they stare yet they don't know your past,
they don't know your pain,
or your strength.
but let them.
they don't know what you've been through?
that's because they couldn't handle it.
they don't know how strong you truly are.
but that's ok,
because you might end up pulling them along,
and THEN they'll know your strength.
and then.... they'll praise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sure, I guess so. Really, every battle is internal. These points in life are all about how someone deals.