Stranded
in my own little world of pain.
Alone
where I most need to be loved.
I sit in this corner of a crowded room
and I hear you laugh with our friends.
Each sound has the power of a punch.
Each accidental look the shock of a slap.
I'm told that feeling this way is good
it shows that I feel, that I love my utmost.
But what's the point of my love if
all I get in return is rejection?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem