You say you want to know, but if I tell you... Two things could happen. Either you are going to confront me. Or you are going to run and hide. You keep pleading. If you want to know the truth I'll need to confess... I'm not alright. I'm broken inside. Honestly I'm not all that strong. Do you still want to know
The Truth?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem