There is so much to think and write about
And I write primarily of my own world of feelings
One small person finds within himself so much more
Than he can describe
And ignores worlds upon worlds
Greater in every way outside
Even inner worlds greater than his own
How I wonder can I be so much and so small
At the same time?
And why must I try to communicate to others
Who I am?
How hungry for love praise recognition I am
How unworthy in so many ways
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem