How many times do I need to conceal?
An anger that is hostile to the good side of me.
How long am I going to suffer?
A futile weakness that sometimes wraps on me.
Sometimes I got curious,
What will be the enduring consequence that might take place?
Is there enough room for my heart to bear?
Can my feeling be easy to handle it?
Is my mind can be satisfied being rumbling thoughts?
Do I have the guts to say no
When the time will come for me to suffer?
As the consequence will take place the chamber of my happiness
Into the core of my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem