as i walk down the broken street alls i see is the people coware at the sight of me they dont understand im alone in a world of fear and hate my shadows the only one who understands my torment the horror my eyes must tale a story of the most horrible life as iwalk down the broken street alls i see is the coware at sight of me the black tears leave a acids scar and it is my defect
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem