On your wrists.
On your legs.
On your fingers.
On your neck.
Annywhere you can find
Just as long as they don't see.
If they did,
it would be the end for you.
You do it for relief,
not to fit in.
You do it for relief,
its not a horrible sin.
Never let anyone know.
Never let anyone in.
Don't let peolpe in on the show.
Don't let them win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem