I can not laugh I can not weep.
I can not be angry and I can not be happy.
I am used to hurt and confuse those around me.
No one can truely understand what I am and how I came to be.
I am misunderstood to be a feeling one has.
I am used in promises that most of the time are broken and empty.
I am love and I am slowly being forgotten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem