Forgotten.
Loser.
We hear it all the time.
Who others think you are, it's not quite true.
Your nascent identity, just has to come out of its cocoon, like a beautiful butterfly
You must realize they don't know you.
Be who you are, not who is expected.
You are a tyro when it comes to pain,
You don't know what it's about.
Society can deal with it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Gabrielle. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks