feelings happen but we really dont know why
some of them turns our dreams into tears
and we can only find
a place to hide
all these things we hate
the only thing we can do is see
and if this is supposed to be like this
why do most of us ignore the chance to miss
once more we tell lies
to feel happy, but
why cant we be straight up with honesty
all these things we hate
and the only thing we can do is see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem