My secret makes me pace
The tears stream down my face
I put my fears at bay for just one day
The fear of my secret being found
Makes me want to burry my face in the ground
My fear makes me cry out
In doubt...
Will my secret be found will I make it
Out?
By victoria
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What exactly are hiding? Not a real question. Nice poem