I am...
a bruised apple so bruised no one wants me
I am...
pathetic
I am...
beautiful
I am...
creative
I am...
lonely
I am...
all alone since you left
I am...
scared that on one will want to hold me tight when I am scared
I am...
shy, so no one notices me, who would care if I died?
I am...
a shell, I used to be so beautiful, but the thieves stole my beauty
so now,
I am...
Empty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see the emptiness theme in some of your other poems posted today.. I hope through these writings the emptiness is filled out snd you are feeling more cheerful and happy.. Thanks