How old, based on this Poem, would you guess I am? And on a scale of 1-10, what was it? If you like this, I have a profile on writerscafe.org. Kameron Armitage. I would love for anyone to e-mail me what you think

thank you very much
It's painful to see.
Your love for him growing stronger.
None given to me.
Can't grasp this much longer.
Not me.
It's him.
This hurt will never drift.
Can't get.
What I thrive.
Love is not a gift.
I am seeing a never ending Mirage.
As I continue to chase you, with no chance of success.
The only thing that love attracts is distress.
Yet I welcome it.
As if it is wanted.
And now I cannot forget.
And I am still being haunted.
Please, set me free.
Rejecting.
Accepting.
That's all that I need.
But one thing I won't do.
Is leave without trying.
I need to either be with you.
Or get closer to dying.
Although it may hurt, I will thank you deeply.
Because all that I want, is for you to see.
The real me.
Who truly.
Loves thee.
With one last plea.
Please set me free.