This is the first I've seen
of this side of you,
It's not a pretty sight.
It makes no difference,
for we are who we are
and life is not a ray of sunshine.
These times will pass
and any harm done
will be erased.
Life is not
about being happy all the time,
It's healing from the times you weren't.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem