All these admirers.
Never seem to help.
I thought this would help me.
But still pain is all ever felt.
None of there words are ever really true.
They try to say they admirer me.
But don't take me as a fool.
I thought my experience would hold to my advantage.
But all it's done is kill me as I try to salvage.
All the pieces of my heart.
That was once again torn apart.
I'm tired of this sickness.
Love is my one true weackness.
You know that I don't wanna go but I'm just tired of this.
I try to do my best.
But my best isn't enough.
I try to act cool.
I try to act tough.
But really deep inside I'm only just hurting.
I'm tired of the flirting.
Maybe one day you all will finally realize.
That I'm not just a doll for you to throw around.
I don't want a secret admirer.
I don't want a freakin liar.
I want to someone to love me.
And love every fault about me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem with a very strong structure. Great sentiments and incredible imagery. Voted 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and vote my poem 'Abortion' on page 4. Regards Akmal