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