Why do things have to be so hard on me?
I take things a lot harder than it should be.
I've put on a face as though all is well.
But really, my life has been hell.
My heart is fragile and sometimes weak.
This is because I'll never find the girl in whom I seek.
I pray for days on end for the one to be sent,
But it seems that nothing works, time wrongly spent.
I see everyone around me happy and in love.
Why can't I have this? Why can't I be loved?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem