The cheek of some people with no shame, no fear
Playing on the anxiety of the underdog with weak shelled tears
Human demolition ball a mission to smash trusting hearts
Zapping joys colour painting this world grey
Takes time to recover, takes time to realise your own worth
A body made of glass, the dread taken in every tread
Fragile figure constant thoughts of being shattered
Every day awake, every day hiding with lonesome shakes
The soul that doesn't want to come out to play
The trolls take the sunshine out the day
But those that inflict harm remember are harmed themselves
They lurk inside desperation wells
You are love and that all that matters
Ignore the silly mad haters
Lock out the haters, pull up the positive shutters
Play the music of peace and deafen their mutters
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I would like to translate this poem