Unwanted,
Unwanted to the human eye,
Unwanted mentally to humankind,
Do I really exist?
Do WE really exist?
Are we real?
This is why I have to ask...
What did I do to become so,
So...unwanted?
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I would like to translate this poem
I feel a sense of depresion, and a beautifull golden hearth, It probably is or was a hard time, but you'll adventually get to the point where you'll look back at this moment, and smile because of the people who tried to help you, I'm very thankfull that you wanted to share your poem with us, to open up yourself and show us your inside, A beautifull poem, You might like my poem to, as I love yours, This is my poem: I Am No One, Still You Love Me.