Why don't you hold me, hug me, kiss me, touch me?
Why won't you look at me when you throw a book at me?
Why won't you say my name the way that you used to filled with love?
Now filled with so much disdain and hate.
Why do you throw me away and put me out like a stray when you feel you no longer can stand the sight of me?
Why won't you just tell me why you choose to hate me so?
Why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem