He sits in the class,
A smile on his face.
Yet when he gets home,
He is sad and afraid
And a feeling he can't quite explain.
His dad is on drink,
His mum has left
With the milkman down the road.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You saw through things. Wonderful! There are a lot of people like this, always appearing to be happy outside, hiding all the pains and hurts. Great poem!