Their words like cactus
my delicate soul bleeds.
I want to be alone.
My dreams of glass
they carry stones.
I want to be alone.
Enmity hidden within
a pleasing smile.
I want to be alone.
My misfortune, their happiness
inside sympathies disguised.
I want to be alone.
I want to be alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good one, thanks, I like it.