No one likes me.
I have a dismal existence.
People hate me, because I'm different.
I wish to fit in and have friends.
Being alone is like a dress dagger going though a weak heart.
It hurts more than any physical pain.
The feeling of longing for a friend is too long.
I cry out for love.
Being alone is like a silent tear.
No one hears them.
There isn't anyone for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
alone and lonely.....so close to meditation.............heals you..........