The sadness lingers, it sits there waiting and comes with the snap of a finger.
I truly have no control, it does what it want's and comes and goes.
One second I'm high and then I'm low, I can't read a book or watch a good show.
The tears they roll down my face, my smile they try to erase.
It's always a battle, your feelings they shakes like a rattle.
I see it behind the door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem