Even when you try to talk about yourself,
There's certain bits and pieces kept hidden for all eternity.
You know that if you release the information it will allow you to become sane again, yet, you hold it inside.
You're screaming on the inside, mentally pleading for somebody to listen,
But nobody ever does, because they can't.
You wait for somebody who can read you inside-out, and
Until you find that person, you stay strong.
Because you're the person who has to stay strong for everyone else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really an amazing poetry and also the title is justified...how do write such poems at this age?