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