Quite and sweet
Her room is white and neat
Not a hair out of place
No make up on her face
Size three jeans
Regular as most teens
She’s torn inside
All the feelings she can so easily hide
Do you know her name?
Or just her game?
She’s all alone, despite what you see
Don’t worry about it though, she’s just me…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem