Pain

 I am obliged to accept
The pain that inject my heart,
I hammered the pin deep into head
That passes through mind to tolerate.

 The Pain, the brave Beowulf had too
With the victory and pride;
But, I am alone in the river-side
Without any hope and a company aside. 
 
I am distracted from the society,
Fragmented by acquaintances,
And battered by the kin;
A true genius spirit of mankind. 
 
People do not look at me,
And I cannot force me to look at them.
Though I wish to speak rare,
They do not wish to hear.

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