I hold my chin up, even though it ways a tone.
I wear this mask to cover up, my feelings inside.
Tears fall down my face but i am not sad nor confused? ? ?
my fingers sake and wittle but i do not fear nor liven thing.
What dwells in the pit of ones heart? why can't i shake the pain.
It's not over it never shall be, To consist on doing this will always be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem