They'll never understand why their laughter makes me cry.
They'll never understand that what they call truth I know it to be a lie.
They'll never understand as much as they hate me I love them just as much.
They'll understand why on them I'll never give up.
They'll never understand why I don't blame them for their views.
They'll never understand why I do what I do.
I do it because that is who I am.
But they'll never understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This seems like a struggle between the world and the truth to me, but everyone has a different view on a poetic word. Perhaps not so much repetition would keep ones attention and curiosity though. Thank you, it's great insight.