It starts out as something,
very very small,
seems like nothing,
nothing quite at all,
then someone sees it,
once and a while,
but just ignores it,
with a glare and a smile,
it starts to be more apparent,
in the day to day,
almost as if when first seen,
invisible was its' name,
then they ask questions,
why ask?
who cares?
but it's clearly noticeable,
when everybody stares...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem