What's this?
What do I feel?
Numb, cold, scared….pain
No one else can see it
Or can they?
If they can, why don't they pull it out?
Can't they see its killing me?
Not physically, of course.
Only emotionally.
It's the knife…
The one they can't see.
Oh Gosh! ! Stop twisting it! !
Can't you see it hurts?
It's invisible…
That's why they can't see it.
Maybe they can read it,
But they're unsure of what to say.
My change of actions show
That something is wrong.
But I put on my best mask
And I try to act normal
I'm not normal though
I'm the complete opposite.
Can I live with this?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good metaphor to explain the problems of relations and sense of betrayal we get from others, I know I have felt invisible knives every now and then, whatever feelings you have it is perfectly normal. Good work