Destined for loneliness
That is my future.
My life up to this point
Has been nothing but one big doormat
I curse my birth.
I lament my past.
And I am afraid of the future.
This man of strength on the outside
Is now a pile of rubble on the inside
Oh, the pain I feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem