No one can see me for me
No one can understand the real me
No one will ever love me the way I do
No one will ever look at me the way I do
No one can ever think the way I do
Or even understand my thinking
No one will understand my life
As the gods reveals it to there eyes
No one, No one but the gods
No one can understand my beliefs, as they shift
….and twists.
No one can understand what’s inside.
No one, No one but me…
But the gods, Me, My journal and Me…..
No one…….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem