As tears they come, as tears they go;
Not being felt by the people’s flow,
I am but not at the midst of all;
My desires unknown to the world,
My emotions hidden in the walls of my room,
I call myself a con, a liar, like everyone I see
Cause like them I hide the truth and be,
Like them I show how happy I am, for this is not life to me;
But the truth is only known by the tears that go,
And now I am entrapped in the people’s flow….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh, this is nice and real i like it same feeling in me...same year of me 1989..luwi