My heart burns with sadness yet my throat burns with Laughter
Outside its sunny
But on the inside, the rapture
Eyes everyone says are filled full with beauty
But they're never dry because I cry, its my duty
Shes a girl always nice, never complains
But always inside, she is ridden with
pain
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I would like to translate this poem
yes... people often wear masks to protect their inside world, to seem more stronger, than they are... sometimes it helps us to live but sometimes it kills is in the loneliness... good poem in its true words and emotions you share with readers. thanks