I prefer being alone,
Yet I fear lonliness.
My mind is like a puzzle;
Whole and complete,
Yet the peices break apart slowly
As they make way toward tongue.
Will one ever understand
My strange dynamics?
A book is nothing,
If one does not read.
A word nothing,
If it holds no meaning.
I may be a long book
With many pages,
Yet perhaps
If one took the time,
They could find my story.
My words are complex,
Yet one may find
I am quite easy to understand,
Should one take the time
To break me down.
But as you can see
I am a rather large puzzle;
Broken and incomplete -
Yet surely
The big picture may be seen,
Should one take the time
To make me whole.
Open my pages,
Read my words -
Oh! how I wish someone would understand!
All one needs is time;
There is so much in this world -
I want to feel whole, complete,
And most of all
Oh! how I need someone to understand!
I tired of lonliness -
Let me be alone no longer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem