There i see in front of me the man
he sits acting tough and lying of his wealth
but the truth inside eats at him
makes him feel empty
he says he hates school
but he hates home
he wears long shirts and pant
to hide the scars and bruises
there i see in front of me the man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the wounds to be concealed........ the man well written..........