Why, hate
With your thorns
Wish to make me
Hate myself?
Why, depression,
With your Darkness
Wish to
Consume me?
WHy, fear
Do you make me hide
Who i really
Am and want to be?
Why, love,
Do you make me feel like this
For a man that i
Can never have a chance with?
And, why, heart,
Do you let me love him
Through all that
He has done?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nicely written poem, Billie Jo