Tears stream down my face
So many things I cant replace
I feel so broken, hollowed, and empty.
Like Im not good enough like I cant be me.
Its a constant struggle between the lies.
No one sees the battle no one hears the cries.
Its like im invisible, people see what they want.
Its so hard trying to fake nonchalant.
The things I feel the things I say.
An empty feeling so hard to explain.
I dont know why this happened or what i did.
But I feel sold out like I was placed in a bid.
But I'll cry my tears in silent pain.
Drowing my sorrows in the pouring rain.
I'll put on a mask and build a wall.
Knowing that Im ready to fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's exactly how i feel, great poem. Keep up the good work. You should really try to get some of your poems published. Get them in a book. You do such great work.