I write poems to express
The times when I’m depressed
Little by little it eases the pain
Yet happiness is still too hard to gain
Perfect balance is impossible to restore
Two feelings can fit through one door
One brings me up, one brings me down
But nothing denies the fact that I frowned
So on paper these word are forever preserved
To erase the sorrow I never deserved
These poems weren’t meant to be read
Just a way to get these thoughts out of my head
Once on paper I can forget
Times when others were dry and I was wet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem