The distance seems to be growing
farther than it was before.
I feel so cold inside,
but where is the warmth I need?
No physical cold can compare,
especially when I want you.
Just to pay attention,
I can't be left alone.
Being so scared my whole life,
you frighten me the most.
Yet I love you more.
Where does this leave me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'll be blunt, it was written in quite a minimalist style, and indeed it is a little juvenile. I do see the potential here, though. What you need to work on is expanding your vocabulary and possibly enhancing the structure of your poems.