My heart is full of anger and hate, <br />yet I love. <br />I cry myself to sleep at night, <br />yet I am happy. <br />God blessed me with a child, <br />yet I don't feel like a mother. <br />I have friends who care and a family <br />who loves me, <br />yet I feel alone. <br />People say that I am pretty, <br />yet I feel ugly. <br />I stand in the mirror and know my <br />reflection exists, <br />yet I don't see anyone. <br />I live each day full of life, <br />yet I feel dead.<br /><br />Gero Lorna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unsure-2/
