what are you.
who are you
when you can look back what have you done
what can you be proud to say to have done
can you wake up and say you're happy
each morning you hide behind what's new and cool
pretending you're something you're not
never wanting people to know who you really are.
but what is the point of hiding.
people can see through it
be yourself
don't worry about others
they're just hiding just like you
not wanting you those around you
to know who you rely are
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem