wear a mask that grins and lies
it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes
the debt we pay to human guile
with torn and broken hearts
we smile even though im often silent
when im screaming inside
i am the quietest kind of rebel
one that could shut out the whole world including myself
but our scars have the power to remind us that the past is real
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem