We live in a world of denial
where we try to keep back our smiles.
But nothing can hold back the pain
that is slowly driving us insane.
For if we can not admit how we feel
we would have to admit that it is real.
For it is easier to hold things in the inside
then admit we have a problem and
have to cry.
For our inner child is very sad
because we won't hold her tight
with both hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem