You know, If someone
Saw this book of poems
They wouldn’t say anything
Other than, “why write this?
You don’t really feel this way
And why is there only sadness and pain? ”
I would laugh with a smile
And say, “How wrong you are.
Each day is not a blessing,
Not a benediction as they say,
But a life filled with pain.
I may not be abused,
I may not be neglected,
But neither am I accepted
And that hurts worse
Than you can possibly imagine.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem