I always hide my tears behind my clown face
Because deep inside I know there no better place
My aim to make people smile, a smile that is true
While sorrow & pain grows inside to turn me blue
No one can really feel what I am going through
No one will understand, no one have a clue
I feel so lonely although people around me
But there is no one who can really see
So I go sadly talking to the moon
Telling her that I want to die soon
I can see that the Earth is not my place
So I am looking forward for anther grace
Till when I have to act I have to pretend
That I am happy, not looking for an end
An end for all my misery for all my pain
Because it’s time to be happy, it’s time to gain
The respect, the care of all those I hade made them stare
On my funny colorful custom & my curly hair
They have to see what is inside, what lie beneath
That from sadness I can hardly breathe
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