There is a bitter liberation in being unwanted
It's a melancholic reminder that when you cease to exist, so too the expectations of you
It's easier to accept than except
You simply are,
rather than have to be
You're free
at the expense
of being real
So you let your fear erase you
And no one has noticed the difference.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem