Sometimes I Wish I Could Be Heartless
Like Some... Only I Find That Being
Heartless Is Not Me. The Person I Have
Been Has Always Been Careing, Loving And
Kind..
My Feelings Get Hurt Constantily By Those
Whom Are Fake.. Users Or Just Plain Takers
Though The Hurt That I Feel Inside Gets
Over Whelmed... I Still Feel That Joy
Joy When That Fortunate Person That I Helped
Along The Way - Had A True Real Smile Or Some
Kind Of Pleasure.. If Only For A Moment..
Being Heartless Just Isn't Me..
This Is Where ' YOU And I Are DIFFERENT'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem