I panic at the thought of my fear being exposed
Thats why i franticly create a mask in wich i can hide
I despise the need to hide
Or to play phony games
Certain things i do as horrid as it may be
Are just my way to cover up
What I feel inside
But Evil feels nothing
So I shall continue to hide
untill I find comfort in me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem