Sicken by the thought.
Angry about the thought it will never happen.
Sadden that it slipped away and die.
Cried because it's hard to over come.
Emotional wreck because I could have made it happen.
Judgemental because I'm too weak to fight the crowd.
Fragile because I've been broken and no one has healed the wound.
And out ragious because I cant stand the feeling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem