I’m a very beautiful girl
Well, that what everyone said to me
Everywhere I go
But, I don’t believe them
I can go to the forest
Hear the sound of animals
And other things that I want
Too bad, I can’t see them
Peoples can see me
And tell me you look beautiful
But, I can’t even see
The clothes that I’m wearing
When I met peoples
They always disappear
And never come back
To see me
I know that I would
Always be a blind girl
That is my gift
And I accept it just the way it is
Even thought it hurt today
I can’t see myself
But I still feel it
And I have nothing to say more
All I can do is fell
Not seeing
But touching it
Sometimes I wish
I could just see for a minute
People around me
Peoples who love me
That is my wish
If I believe in whishes
That wish could come true
Maybe it will come true one day
But, I don’t know…../…when
no im not blind in real life, , dont think that way i was just describing someone, , ,
Are you blind in real life? I feel that you are not letting your feelings out. When you write poetry you need to let your feelings out. You need to dig deep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful poem i understand it well it was my thoughts on paper good job.