I carry an awful memory; I've seen and heard more than I should know.
My ears and eyes haven't lied to me just yet.
I see what you see and I've heard what you've heard.
Sitting in the dark corner with my eyes drenched like rain.
The room is full of hatred and betrayal should I run or should I hide?
I lost my family and pride.
This is a painful ride thru my life.
I'm not insane, but life is almost easy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem