My pain and sorrow lurks deep in my skin.
I try to hide it, but the pain thickens every day.
My eyes show full of guilt and sin.
I kneel down beside my bed and pray.
Thinking about tomorrow and what God has prepared for me.
The things I can do are fearful.
Why can’t people just let me be?
Every day, for me, is tearful.
My pain starts at skin deep.
My hand starts to shake.
Tingles start to creep.
Whatever happens, things will break.
Skin deep is all I have to say.
Good night and good day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem