I am in able to speak up
for myself. Never being treated right.
Every ounce of me oozes for some love.
Eternal longing for some compassion. Dedicated
to helping others. Sometimes needing help myself. Optimistic that
something might change. Malevolent thoughts running through
my head. Everyone wants something from me. Numbing me to the
core. Essentially, I am a dead soul breathing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem