I keep to myself for a reason,
Under the strong,
Leather skin I have,
You will find a bruised and battered boy
One who lost a lot of people,
One who took many heart breaks.
Yet one who can love the hardest,
But on the outside.
We all have to care about one’s self,
Until that one person comes around,
And we are ready to shed that outer skin,
And let the ones he chooses in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem