some people
some people live and die unscarred
i am not some people
i am of different kind...
i am one and alone
no one to understand
i am different
i am indifferent
you will never understand.
I think I understand, for I am scarred, both different and indifferent, one and alone. and no one to understand. I can appreciate the essence and brevity of your statement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
um- hate to break this to you. but most of us are scarred. And perhaps that is part of the healing process. The sole differentiating factor might be the way in which we articulate our wounds. Best wishes & keep writing.