Suffering in silence
I sowin my self shut,
being cut off from the outside world was just my luck
Knowone could help me escape my fear
Of sorrow, pain, and tears
I tried once more to reach out for exceptance
All this time I was being neglected
My world had grown so cold because I was all alone
Suffering in silence
Still, til this very day
Waiting for someone to help me escape this miserbal place
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I would like to translate this poem
Rosa, I think the things we go through as a child help make us stronger adults. I wouldn't choose the childhood I had (that's for sure) but I know I will learn something from it and make darn sure my kids have a childhood they can enjoy. I think we can learn from anything we can survive. You sound like a very smart girl, I'm sure you're meant for something great in this world. Sincerely, Mary