I never know where I belong,
tThings are not how I've imagined them to be.
I can't sleep and I can't breathe.
Sometimes I just don't want to eat.
Nothing can be kept, even as small as just one word.
Living in everything broken.
It just seems nobody cares.
I'm wondering constantly where everyone who I called family is
because everytime I turn around they always seem to run out on me.
When a phone call is not returned, you don't know these
strangers looking in your face, and they always end up hurting you.
But who is going to listen to a 'child' who has no idea
Where she belongs?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Eloquently put, but sad nevertheless.