people think that i am brave
but no one finds my innest grave
i am the one pretending to be strong
don't even realise what's wrong
away i want to go with no fears
no friend or family to give me tears
these faces torture me
or perhaps trying to kill me
wanna lose my self in some mysterious old see
or be as busy as an old bee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Hafsa. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks