Being an impossible case, stubbornly holding to convictions
and beliefs, not holding anything against another if theirs
were different from my own.
Wishing to be shown the same respect, finding that it is
rarely ever so, being taunted and put down by people who
thought they were better than I was.
Looking at them, seeing depraved souls who care nothing of
anyone but themselves in life, tattered souls wandering
earth, causing pain and humiliation to others.
Trying to impress them with their own importance, never
noticing it, just seeing their misguided sense of morals
and ethics.
Feeling sorry for them because they had no love, caring or
compassion for themselves, knowing this also, seeing that
what one doesn't have, causes them to deprive others of it.
Self-assurance, confidence and strength of character cannot
be given if one doesn't have it themselves to share with
another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem