I am confuse
Not knowing where to go
A bomb to defuse
Emotions are sure to blow
I look into the mirror
To check my reflection
A hard and strong armor
A cotton on it's protection
In my heart's a crack
Which I always ignore
Now that I've lost track
I should've fix this before
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well regrets is always at the end.
I guess so. We wouldn't even risk anything If we know the outcome, right? BTW, thanks for the comment!