Memories of pain
Torture, suffering, and relief
May not be viewed
Unless you hide where I seek
In the public eye I seem merry
My views cheerful and sweet
But once behind those closed curtains
It is not what you think
My merry turns black
And bitter is my sweet
The once cheerful me
Is not now who you seek
My skin becomes pale
I become sad and weak
Living through life
With the trouble that I keep
I've come across a way of escape
Time and time again
But unable to go through
With my carefully thought out plan
Because I am afraid of that knife
And the blood that will leak
That last dying breath
And those who will weep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem