My heart has been deepened with sarrow,
Darkness, pain, dispare, and agony.
These things make up my pitifull soul and my being.
I know no such thing as happiness or joy,
I only know trechery and diseat.
For those are the things that have
Kept me going in this lonly life.
Hands have been reached out to help me
But only to be snatched away
As I reach out to grab them.
My anger knows no bounds
Niether does my hate.
I'm constantly ignored
People look over me as if I'm nothing.
When I have something to say
Everyone just looks away and pretends Im not here.
But when I start to cry they all have
Their cameras redy and waiting.
They sit there and laugh as
If I have no feelings at all.
It's because of people like that I'm
A holo shell filled with dispare and sarrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem