THey say I'm strong,
but inside I'm failing they are all wrong.
None of you know the truth I hide,
or how I lost my pride.
You all know everything gets to me,
but you don't hear the voices and see what I see.
You know I look for that risk all the time,
but you don't know it's only to hurt myself and I stay away from crime.
You all look at me and think I'm fat and ugly,
but you don't know that I ate for comfort in place of having a mum to be cuddly.
I get to close to people I know,
I am just looking for love so I can grow.
That's my story I guess,
Ask any counsellor to assess.
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