Your eyes look at me
accuse me.
I cannot look into them because I am
guilty.
Guilty
but of what?
For being human?
For having feelings?
For having emotions?
For living?
Living with the thought of not loving you
was too much to bare.
I was scared
so now your eyes look at me
accuse me,
hate me,
but can they one day look at me with love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem