I Face Wrong Feelings Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

I face outward wrong feelings, scarce emotions, huge pain and whatever not. I live quite another life here. I doubt and I need you with all this luggage. I thought love is immense pleasure for both freeing us. I thought live started with looks. I have done nothing wrong or painful for these three years, I have caused no pain to common people, I have brought them mounts of live, interest, joyous intrigue. What is wrong with your earthly experience? I am a homely girl, pretty for my dark breed. You live a life of problems, many warm congrats. I don't. That is all I feel for now. My moralty is simplistic as existence itself. I can't follow your complicated vectors. I do not combine feelings and problems. I lack metaphors, sorries. Have your own tedious, revolting tropheys for the way you are. What can I add? I run across smth bewildering. I am from another sack, perhaps.