To whom does it matter
why I'm so shy
to whom does it concern
why I never cry
To whom does it involve
if I silently bleed
To whom does it bother
if help is what I need
To whom does it interest
what I do and say
To whom does it regard
what I feel each day
To whom does it affect
why agony I precieve
To whom does it disturb
if I always want to leave
To whom does it enage
what i think and what i believe
It's strange how we sometimes think we are alone and this poem expresses theses doubts well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good writing, what I think, what I believe.