Behind your voice, I hear your sadness,
Behind that smile, I see your tears,
Behind your nails, I know you're nervous,
Behind those eyes, I see your fears.
Behind your jeans, I feel your scars,
Behind your gloves, I see your wrists,
Behind your music, I hear you screaming,
Behind your fingers, I see your fists.
Behind your make-up, I see those scars,
Behind your bangs, I see those circles,
Behind your clothes, I know feelings,
Behind your hood, that bruise color purple.
Behind your pockets, I see the razor blade,
Behind you laughter, I see your mask,
Behind your bones, I see you don't eat.
I do care, but dare I ask?
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow Lacey what a heartfelt write. I felt the emotion in this poem of yours great job looking forward to reading more.