the more i lose
the more i use
to help me get
through the day
the more i can't fake
the more i will take
so no one sees me this way
unnaturally willing
excessive milk spilling
to help me get
up from the table
no going out of my way
or going out in the day
so no one sees i'n inable
making my faces
asking for erases
to help me get
out of having to give
no fear of dying
though i fear i'm lying
so no one sees how i live
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem